Tamed by my Ruthless Biker

Chloe Decker sat on the park bench outside of school, waiting for her father to pick her up.

She didn’t know why she bothered waiting for him. It wasn’t like he ever showed up on time. More

often than not, he forgot, but that’s what she got all the time from her dad. Her father, Kurt, was none other than a Satan’s Crew MC lackey. They would never give him prospect status. Whenever she was near any of the MC club members, she always heard the lingering insults of “coward” thrown his way.

She tried hard to spend as little time as possible around the club. It helped that her mother didn’t like it and would often avoid the family gatherings her father kept trying to pull them into.

“Look at it, if it’s not fatty Chloe sitting on the bench. I bet the wood will bend and snap.”

Chloe stared down at her book. She didn’t need to look up to see it was Alfie Pace and his other MC brat goonies who were near her. They liked to take their time making her life a misery, and she had no doubt it was because of who her father was.

Ignoring them was easy. Most of the time they moved on, but not today.

Today she had a banana skin thrown at her, and she groaned, getting off the bench. She didn’t need to wait for her dad. He was supposed to be taking her out to get new boots, but she’d rather walk home than have to put up with this kind of crap.

“What’s the matter, fatty? Don’t want to eat it? Shouldn’t a fatty eat everything that’s thrown at her?”

Forcing herself to look up, she stared into Alfie’s sharp blue eyes. She hated this guy more than anything else in the world. For as long as she could remember, he’d been mean to her. He never had a nice thing to say to her, and part of her often wondered if he thought he was better than she was. His father, Eagle, was the president of the Satan’s Crew MC, and he was a merciless bastard.

She’d seen him hit his son a few times. One of the first times she saw Alfie, he’d been thrown across his father’s knee and spanked so hard. He’d screamed the clubhouse down until he finally apologized for whatever misdemeanor he’d done.

When she’d asked her father later that night what could have possibly earned such a harsh punishment, she’d been told “club stuff.”

Which probably meant her father didn’t have a clue what was going on either, but he liked to pretend he had a place.

She didn’t say anything, but she’d have to pass them to make her way home. The last thing she wanted to do was get anywhere near those guys.

There was no way she was going to be able to avoid it.

Heart racing, she stepped on the path and began to walk