Tiny (2 page)

Rubbing his temple, Tiny
looked down at the list of babysitters he’d been given by the club. They’d all
banded together to help him out after his wife’s funeral. Fuck, Patricia was
dead, and he couldn’t even begin to think about that shit right now.

“Daddy, someone is at the
door,” Tate said, shouting down stairs.

“Then fucking
answer
it. It’s probably for you.” He lifted the phone and
started to call around. Lash and Nash didn’t need looking after, but he wasn’t
allowing his daughter alone. He didn’t give a fuck what age Tate was. She would
have someone home at all times, and he wasn’t going to let up on his ideals.

Thirty minutes passed, and Tiny
slammed the phone down. When the violence didn’t work, he threw the phone
across the room, happy when he saw the device shatter. None of the babysitters
wanted to work with him, fucking bitches. The sound of feminine giggling pulled
him out of his thoughts. Leaving his office he walked toward the sound.

He found Tate sat at the
counter watching a woman he’d never seen before cooking at the stove. Tiny
paused, staring at her.

“Daddy’s going to love you,”
Tate said, smiling.

“I’m hoping he’ll hire me. I
like you, Tate.” The woman reached over, touching his daughter’s hand.

Leaning against the door
frame he checked out the woman whom his daughter was bonding to. The woman was
fuller than his wife and any woman he’d been with. Her curves were full, but they
didn’t make him think of her as fat. She was womanly, beautiful actually. Her
smile brightened her face, and he even felt a tightening in his groin. Her eyes
were a delicate hazel, startling yet firm. Tiny didn’t understand what was
going on inside him. Simply looking at her was turning him on. He wanted to get
to know her name so he could bend her over when they were in private and fuck
her.

“Tate, who is
this
?” he asked.

He wore his leather cut with
The Skulls emblem on the back. Pulling the jacket off, he displayed his ink and
muscles. His gaze was on the woman, but the woman was smiling at Tate, not
paying attention to him. Feeling like an ass, he sat beside his daughter.

“This is Evangeline Walker,
Eva for short, Dad. She’s here for the nanny position,” Tate said.

“Hi, sir, I’m new in Fort
Wills, and I’m a hard worker.” Evangeline offered her hand. Staring at her pale
fingers Tiny scented her fragrance, strawberry. He loved strawberries. Taking
the offered hand, he held on tightly.

Eva didn’t give him any
flirtatious looks. She simply shook his hand and pulled away. He watched her,
waiting for her to do something to show her true colors. She went to her bag and
pulled out a piece of paper. “Here are my documents.”

Checking over her details he
saw she was only a few years older than his daughter. She was over eighteen,
which he was fucking thankful for, but he didn’t like how much younger than him
she was. He shouldn’t be lusting after a woman so young. From the look of her
she was a little too innocent for his taste as well.

“I’ve not been in a nanny
position before, but I would really love to take care of Tate,” Eva said.

“Please, Dad, I like her.”

Looking down at the
paperwork in his hands, feeling his cock stiffen, Tiny knew he didn’t have much
choice. Tate had lost her mother. He wasn’t willing to hurt her anymore. In the
last few months Tate had been acting out. Even Nash and Lash didn’t like
hanging out with her. Seeing her with Eva and the smile twisted something
inside him. There was no way he could deny his little girl.

“Sure,” he said, staring at
Eva. The other woman was finally looking back at him. He felt like he was
drowning in her. There was a glint in her eye that made him question her
innocent persona.
 

“I can start right now,” Eva
said.

“Where are you staying?”
Tate asked, after a huge squeal of excitement.

“I’m in a hotel right now
just outside of town. I’ll find somewhere suitable—”

“You can stay here. Right,
Dad. We’ve got plenty of room,” Tate said.

Eva’s gaze darted to him,
shaking her head. “No, I couldn’t impose.”

“You’re not imposing. You’ll
be here when I need you. Dad’s not always
around,
and
you can spend time with me.” Tate was like a dog with a fucking bone. She
wouldn’t stop talking.

“I really couldn’t.”

His daughter turned her gaze
on him.

“Please, Dad, please,
please
, please.” The begging went on and on.

“You will stay here,” he
said, keeping his attention on the woman before him.

“Only if
you’re sure.
I really don’t want to
impose.” Eva’s hands were held up. He noticed a gold charm bracelet on her
wrist. He frowned. There was something about it that struck a chord with him.
He didn’t know what it was.

“You’re not imposing, and
I’ve got shit to do. We’ll go and get your crap from the hotel. I’ve got stuff
to do, and I’ll set up your earnings and shit.” He kept her documents and moved
back toward his office.

Tiny heard his daughter
squealing and Eva’s nervous giggle. Slamming the doors closed, he cupped his
cock. He was rock hard and in need of some relief.

Pulling away, he refused to
give in to the call of the woman looking after his daughter. Thinking about
everything else, slowly his cock started to deflate. Nothing was ever going to
happen between him and Eva. The other woman was way too young, and he wasn’t
going to let another woman close.

Did you even let Patricia close?

He didn’t want to think
about it and started working. Eva was just a woman like all the rest. There was
nothing important about her.

Chapter One

One month from
Nash

“Give me a heads-up,” Tiny
said, looking at the room full of his men. They all looked wound up tight, and
he knew it was hard for them. Nash was sat beside his brother, and the last
time he’d pissed in a cup for them, the man had been clean. Seeing all of his
men together, free of the past, filled Tiny with pride at what he’d been able
to create in the last twenty years. He, with the help of his men, had made Fort
Wills what it was today.

“My baby shouldn’t be
covering the fucking club in pink shit. Fucking
bad
for our reputation,” Tiny said, slamming his fist on the table.

“They’re having a baby
shower. It’s quite mellow considering Tate’s in charge,” Lash said, chuckling.
The rest of the crew followed suit. “Three of our women are pregnant. It’s the
least we can do with all the shit they’ve gone through.”

The last comment sobered up
the whole group. Tiny didn’t break eye contact with any of his men. In the last
few months they’d lost a lot as a group, but Tiny wasn’t going to let anything
more happen. The Skulls and Fort Wills were his home. They were all his family.

“What’s happening with Eva?”
Nash asked.

“She’s staying for the
shower, and then she’s gone,” Tiny said, running a hand down his face. In the
last couple of weeks he’d not been able to talk her round to staying with him.
What could he really do? During her time with him Eva had been his everything,
yet she was leaving at the first opportunity. He’d never begged a woman to stay
with him, and he wasn’t about to start even though he wanted to. Eva was in his
blood, driving him to be a better person. Her leaving would hurt deep. She’d
stuck around after he fucked other women, the attacks, and even when he’d
treated her like shit. Thinking about Eva made him ache to be the better man. He
was pissed about her leaving him, but at the same time he understood why she
was leaving.

“What about her father? Will
he be coming back here? Will Daddy be coming to kick your ass?” Lash asked.

Eva was not just the
ordinary woman he’d first thought. She was the daughter of Ned Walker, a
legendary fighter who owned a Las Vegas underground fighting ring. The boys
thought it was funny his woman was the daughter of one of the toughest men
around. Tiny had been shocked about it when he found out the news.
 

“I don’t know. She’s not
spoken to me in some time.” In the last few weeks he’d been trying to figure
out who would set some two-bit crooks onto his men. Something wasn’t adding up
to him, and he didn’t know what it was.

Silence fell on the room. He
heard the giggles and the girlish music coming from the other room. Tate really
loved the attention being lavished on her. Angel and Sophia were in the same
boat with his daughter. All three women were pregnant, expecting the next wave
of Skull males. He didn’t know if he was happy. Every time he looked at Murphy
he wanted to slap him on the back and beat the shit out of him for touching his
daughter. The emotions were swamping him once again. His baby was pregnant, and
there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

“The next shipment is scheduled
for the eighth,” Alex said. “Ned wants this moving no later than that.”

The drugs
again.
Glancing at Nash he saw the other man was fine. “Do
you think you can handle a shipment?” Tiny asked. After the downfall last time,
Tiny didn’t know if he was ready to have the other man on a drug run.

“I’m good. We need the shit
moving. I’m back to business. I fucked up, and I know that. I’m ready to prove
myself. I’ve got your back.”

“Good. Who wants to bow out
of this run?” Tiny asked. He never forced any of his men to make a run with the
drugs if they didn’t want to. They all pitched in on other jobs. The drug runs
were more dangerous than anything else.

No one put their hands up,
not even Killer, which surprised him. The other man had been staying behind to
date the other woman he’d seen hanging out with his daughter. With the shit happening
in the last few months he didn’t know everything that was going on with his
men. Tiny knew it was something he needed to change very soon.

“Killer?”
Tiny asked, singling him out.

“Got
nothing to stay behind for.
I’ll be
joining you and the rest of the crew.” Killer didn’t flinch or back down.

“Fair
enough.
We leave on the seventh in the hope of getting the
shit moved.” He slammed his hand down on the desk signaling the end of the
conversation. The men got up leaving the room. The moment the door opened, Tiny
got his first real glimpse of the pink. Even the air smelled like strawberries,
vanilla, and honey. If his enemies were to see the club they’d be sure to be
pissing themselves laughing at his club.

“Do you think doing the
shipment is wise? I can tell Ned to hold everything off,” Alex said.

“No, we can’t wait.” Tiny
stood then turned away to look out of the window. Something felt way off about
everything that was happening. He couldn’t put his finger to it, only had a feeling
deep in his gut telling him to watch his back. Tiny hadn’t felt this way in a
long time. He couldn’t quite put his finger on the feeling, but he recognized
it.

“Think, Tiny. We’ve got a
lot of
enemies
right about now. I know what you’re
thinking about Nash and everything.” Alex stood beside him.

“What are you thinking?”
Tiny asked, curious to know.

“The past can’t always stay
buried. The past has a way of finding us.”

He didn’t say anything to
Alex’s words. His past was not shiny or even great, but it needed to stay in
the fucking past. Tiny had done shit in his life he wasn’t proud of. The shit
he’d done before forming The Skulls would have his daughter and Eva running in
the opposite direction. “Do you know anything?”

“No, nothing has been found
out, but you and I both know those two-bit crooks didn’t set for Fort Wills on
their own. This town is bad news to our enemies. Someone was telling them what
to do.
Someone who knows us and how to get past us.”

Tiny agreed. “Whoever is
after us has been around home. They’ve seen us and watched us without any of us
knowing it.”

“We need to tell the
others.”

“Not yet. We will when the
time is right.”

“It’s your decision, Tiny.
Know I’ll be here when you do.” Alex moved away from him. “Eva will leave if
you don’t do something about it.”

He froze, turning to look at
the other man. “Why are you saying this shit to me?”

“Patricia is dead. She died
a long time ago. It’s time you moved on.”

“She was your sister.”

“And she’s my
dead
sister. I miss her, but it’s time
to move on. Waiting around is never good news for a man. Fucking any woman with
a warm hole is not going to satisfy you for long either.” Alex left the room
after his words.

What Alex didn’t know was
Tiny hadn’t missed Patricia in a long time. Yes, he’d taken plenty of mourning,
and he’d gone through a stage of hating himself and guilt. The ring he’d once worn
was lying in a drawer at his home. Eva had been the one woman plaguing his
thoughts for so long. She was living, breathing, and didn’t give him shit for
being part of the club. Her attitude was always directed at him. There was
nothing else he could do about Eva. The sound of the door opening followed by
the feminine scent of strawberry swamped him. Evangeline Walker was a mixture
of sweetness and tough bitch. In the last few months he’d seen more of the
tough bitch than he had in the entire time he’d know her. It was like her
father visited Fort Wills and reminded her of who she was. He loved both parts
of her, and that was what scared him.