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Tamed by my Ruthless Biker

Chloe Decker has spent her whole life trying to stay out of trouble especially the kind that rides a motorcycle, wears a leather jacket, and smirks like the world belongs to him. Unfortunately, that trouble has a name: Alfie. They go to the same school, live in the same town, and hate each other with a passion that could burn down the world. He's the arrogant son of the Black Fangs MC President, while she's the quiet girl who wants nothing to do with the club or its reckless members. But when a cruel prank, a dangerous secret, and one unexpected night throw them together, Chloe's world begins to unravel. Alfie isn't just the ruthless biker everyone fears he's also the boy who can't stop looking at her like she's the only thing keeping him alive. Every fight between them feels like a spark. Every touch feels like a threat. And soon, their hate turns into something much darker and much harder to control. In a world filled with roaring engines, loyalty, and betrayal, love was never supposed to happen especially not between enemies. But fate has other plans, and Chloe will soon discover that sometimes, the most dangerous hearts are the ones that were meant for you all along.
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Chapter 4

Arriving at the clubhouse, Alfie knew shit had hit the fan. There was a tension that he’d not seen for a long time. The Satan’s Crew MC wasn’t a well-liked club and they had a lot of enemies, but none of them had ever defeated the club.

His father, Eagle, was a force to be reckoned with.

“What’s going on?” he asked, Betty, one of the club whores, or at least he thought that was her name.

“Kurt’s wife just divorced his ass. She came in calling him on his shit. Putting the club first and well, you better get out of the way, Alfie. She told him about your bullying of her little girl. Eagle’s not happy.”

“Alfie, get in here,” Eagle said.

Shit! He’d been warned by his father several times not to touch Lily’s daughter. It wasn’t like he went out of his way to hurt Chloe, but she was always fucking there, and he was tired of it. Also, she wasn’t even a club girl, or any relation to the club. Her father was a fucking loser, so why did he have to treat Chloe any better? The only reason Eagle and the club brothers put up with Kurt was because he’d become an easy target for all of them. No one liked him, but they liked to humiliate him. There was nothing Kurt wouldn’t do. Be it clean the floors, or even lick a brother’s boot. Alfie had seen him in several compromising positions, all in the name of trying to earn back his reputation within the club.

Personally, he thought the guy should have given up, and he’d asked Eagle about it some time ago.

“Son, when it matters most, he’ll run. Sure, he’s good to lick shit off your boot and entertain you, but I don’t need a man who can make me laugh. I need a man who’ll take a bullet for me without batting an eye.”

Since then, he’d never had respect for Kurt. By extension, he’d never liked Chloe either. Standing in front of his father, he saw the anger simmering beneath the surface.

“Get in my office, now!”

Alfie walked past his father and stumbled as he was shoved hard. It wasn’t the first time that had happened, and it wouldn’t be the last.

Deep down, he knew his father loved him. One day he’d take over the Satan’s Crew Mc, and to do that, he couldn’t be soft.

Eagle had to show to the rest of the club he was a man. A man they could all trust, as otherwise, he’d be tossed out on his ass.

Ian and Riley didn’t follow. They weren’t allowed.

Alfie held himself perfectly still, arms by his sides, waiting for his father.

He’d not intended to hurt or bully Chloe tonight. He’d seen her on the school bench, bag to one side, book in hand, but it had been Ian who threw the banana and Riley who called her names. He never disobeyed his father, and when given the order to stop bullying her, he had. Sure, he couldn’t be held responsible for stopping his friends, or other guys. He watched them push her into doors, lockers, trip her up, throw stuff at her. She was the school punching bag. Seconds passed. Then minutes. He felt like he’d been waiting for hours before his father finally showed up. “I can’t believe I’m having this fucking conversation with you again.” Eagle walked in and slapped him around the back of the head.

“Hey,” Alfie said. “I didn’t do nothing.”

“Then why did I have to listen to Lily here less than two hours ago? You hurting her girl. Do I need to remind you what it means to disobey me?” Eagle asked.

“Why does it matter to you?” Alfie asked. “Chloe’s a fat, fucking loser. No one likes her.” “She’s a sweet girl. Regardless of her weight. I’m not asking you to fuck her. Am I?” Eagle glared at him.

“She’s just a girl. Why does it matter to you?” he asked.

“Are you questioning me?” Eagle stepped right up in front of him.

Alfie wasn’t afraid. His father wouldn’t kill him. Sure, he’d have to take a beating, but it was being on the end of this man’s fist that had made him the man he was.

“No, sir,” he said.

“You stay away from Chloe Decker. I don’t want no trouble coming to Lily. You hear me?” “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now get out. Tell that to your two boyfriends as well. I don’t want to hear a single complaint from that girl.”

“Did Chloe tattle on us?” Alfie asked.

“No. Her mother caught you, and don’t even think of lying. Lily’s got no reason to lie.”

“Is she going to be your new club whore or something?”

He should have expected the slap across the face. It was hard, and the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth.

“You’re going to learn to have some respect, boy. I taught you better than that. No disrespect.

Get the fuck out before I take my belt to you.”

Leaving his father’s office, he didn’t even have to nod for Ian and Riley to follow. They made their way out of the clubhouse, around the back, and down to the creek. There was a small lake about a mile off the clubhouse. He opened the gate, closing it behind him. One of the club brothers had ended up drowning in the lake, so his father had no choice but to put a metal fence around a couple of feet before the lake.

“You okay?” Ian asked.

“Peachy.”

“You don’t look it. Sorry, you don’t,” Riley said.

“You’ve got to stay away from Chloe. All of us do. It’s an order from Eagle.” “Wow, is Lily already banging his ass?” Ian asked.

“I wouldn’t go around asking those kinds of questions. He’s likely to whoop your ass as well,” Alfie said.

“So, we just let her go? I figured being the daughter of a coward, and after tonight, I’m not letting her get away with her shit. She thinks she’s better than us, so I think it’s only fair we bring her down a peg or ten,” Ian said.

“Not going to happen.” Alfie wasn’t interested in getting a beat down from his dad in any way, shape, or form.

He was done with all the bullshit it entailed, and just wanted to get through the last year of high school so he could start prospecting for real, and earning his place within the club.

“You know, we don’t have to bully her,” Riley said.

“Can’t you guys just let it quit already? We’re not going to win this, and I don’t want to be on the wrong side of my dad, okay?” He looked at Ian and Riley. They didn’t look convinced.

“You two fuckers are really not going to let this go, are you?” he asked.

“Why should we?” Ian asked. “I’ve got the perfect way to make that little slut pay, and believe me, you’re going to want in on the action.”

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