“What are you doing here?” she asked, sitting back down.
“You’ve left your father’s house and won’t talk to him.” He sat on the coffee table waiting for her response.
“The club? I shouldn’t be surprised. All you think about is the club,” Tate said.
Anyone else wouldn’t detect the hurt in her voice. Murphy was the one who knew her. He’d been the prospect assigned to her protection.
“The club comes first, you know that.”
He didn’t see the coffee until it was too late. Tate poured the semi-hot coffee over his crotch. Gasping, he stood worried about his crown jewels.
“What the f**k, Tate?” Picking up the nearest cloth he tried to clean away the wetness from his dick. She could have seriously burnt him.
She stormed off, and he saw her getting a jacket on. “Come on then. Let’s go and see dearest daddy, shall we?” Tate asked.
Tate was out the door. Cursing, Murphy ran after her, trying his best to keep up as she charged downstairs and out of the building. She was stood next to his bike with her arms folded.
“You’re not in the right mind to be making this decision,” he said.
“Fuck you. You’ve not been a Skull for a long time. You don’t know me. You’ll never know me.”
Seeing no point in arguing, he straddled his bike and waited for her to do the same. Handing her his helmet, Murphy waited for her to wear it. It was his helmet, but he’d ride without it for her safety.
Gunning the engine, once her arms were wrapped around his waist, Murphy worked his way back to the club. The rain was light, and he got to the club without a problem. By the time he parked the bike, Tate was off and inside the club. He heard the shouting within minutes.
“You’re my daughter. Don’t you f**king talk to me like that,” Tiny said.
“You were just f**king a woman my age. I don’t give a f**k if I’m your daughter or not!”
Heading inside, he saw Tiny stood next to his office with his jeans open and the door shut.
Hardy and Rose were sat in the far corner watching, along with Angel and Lash. The others were gathered around the room watching what was happening. Murphy noticed Killer, Whizz, and Time watching as well.
“What happens at the club is none of your business.”
“Then deal with me not being part of the club. I can’t believe you. You’ve got a f**king minion looking out for me.”
She pointed toward him. Murphy was insulted by her new title for him. Minion? He was no f**king minion.
“Tate, you’re behaving like a spoilt little bitch.”
“I don’t give a f**k. I moved out. I don’t need you anymore, and you can’t handle that. I’ve got a job, and you’re without a daughter.”
“Eva is at home for you. What about her feelings?” Tiny asked.
“She’s there because you’re too much of a f**king pu**y to do something about it. You should let her go find another job, but no, you’ve got her waiting at home for you while you’re f**king everything in sight.” There was no stopping Tate in her flow. He saw Tiny was tense as she hit home with what she was saying. “Eva deserves a man who’ll be there for her and won’t f**k everything with a hole. She deserves the kind of man Mom had. The man you no longer are.”
Deadly silence settled over the club. Tiny’s emotions shut down.
“What the f**k did you say?” Tiny asked.
Murphy had never seen his president hit a woman, but from the look in his eyes that could all change.
“Fuck you. Fuck the club. And if you were a decent man you’d let Eva go.” Tate turned on her heel looking at all the club. “What the f**k are you looking at?”
“I’ll cut you off, Tate.”
“Do it. The further I’m away from this club and you the better I’ll be.” She turned at the last minute. “Oh, Tiny, I’ll be letting Eva know the truth. This is the last woman’s life you ruin.”
She slammed the door closed. It was the first time she’d not called Tiny, Dad. Tiny was clearly in shock. In the next instant, Tiny slammed his fist against the wall. “Get her home safely,” Tiny said, through gritted teeth.
Murphy watched as he pointed at Killer and ordered him to sort the woman out in his office.
“Get rid of the bitch. I don’t care what you do, just get her out.”
He headed outside to see Angel talking with Tate. Lash was stood smoking a cigarette watching the interplay.
“Tate won’t let me near her. She doesn’t want anything to do with me. Angel’s the only person she’ll talk to.”
“She’s being stubborn. Give it time and her mood will ease and she’ll come back,” Murphy said. He recognized her mood and had dealt with it before.
“I don’t know. Something is different. She’s not a teenage girl anymore wanting a pissing doll. This is serious. Tate’s serious, and she’s cutting everyone off.” Lash turned to him. “The shit that went down with The Lions, it was bad?”
“Yeah, it was bad. I hate the fact I hurt her, but we needed to take them out. The Lions are bad news, and the sooner we cull the stragglers, the better.”
“You’re not going to talk about it?” Lash asked.
“No, never.”
“Well, if it’s not Lash and my other brother from another mother,” Nash said, stumbling closer to them. Kate, a sweet-butt, was on his arm. One of her hands was inside Nash’s jeans. “Tate, honey, you’ve got bitch written all over you.”
Tate stuck her fingers in the air, swearing at Nash without saying a word.
“The two chubby women are together again,” Kate said. Her eyes were glazed over. Murphy put it down to alcohol.
Nash pushed her away, making her trip. “Don’t shit-talk them, bitch. You’re a f**king whore after a good time, and don’t forget your place.”
“Nash?” Lash said, putting an arm out to his brother.
“No, she doesn’t get to talk shit.” Nash pushed his brother away.
Seeing the drama about to unfold, Murphy moved away. Nash had his own issues with Kate.
“Please, don’t leave,” Angel said.
“This is your world, Angel. I’m not part of it anymore. Come by my apartment this weekend, and we’ll talk then.” Tate hugged the other woman before pulling away. “Take me home.”
He didn’t say anything and climbed on the bike, waiting for her to get on behind him. The drive was short. He left his bike, following her upstairs. She didn’t acknowledge him and went straight for the bedroom. Closing the door behind him, he watched as she opened a wardrobe and started going through the contents.