The Enforcer’s Sin: Stolen By My Father’s Best Friend

"Yeah, suck on it like that." "Yeah," I nod like a needy little slut, spitting so that the saliva glides down his wrist to his forearms before my suction on it tightens. "Didn't realize you could suck so good, Lottie. Suck it real nice and I just might bless you with my c**k tonight. How's that sound?" "Good, daddy." I moan. "I ain't your daddy, Lottie. Your daddy's in the other room." "But you're my daddy in the bedroom..." I immediately feel a tap on my shoulders that brings me back to reality. Fuck this s**t. "Lottie, your boyfriend has been saying nothing but good things about you. Don't you have anything good to say about him in this celebratory mood?" My mother asks, the question forcing a broad smile on my lips. Apparently, my father thought it was a good idea to throw me a graduation party at the clubhouse—half of the members do not care that I graduated. They're likely here because my father is the President of Iron Disciples Motorcycle Club, and his instructions are second to none. "Yeah, get on the damn stage and say good things about him, Lottie." My father instructs and my smile grows even wider. My eyes dart around as everyone gives a round of applause. Everyone except...him. He's at the bar, a cigarette in his hand while he entertains a sweet butt as she rubs her big breasts against his arm, cracking a joke I know isn't even funny. I get up and head to the front where my boyfriend, Alex is standing on a chair. "Babe, you're so cute." I smile. "I love you." He mouths. He has told me those three letter words one-too-many times. I've reacted the same way to it all the time. Today, why does it feel so...different. Not with him seated on the barstool not too far away from us, not giving a f**k why everyone is gathered here. The only reason he's here is because of the club rules. He should have climbed up in rankings and become Vice President. Second to my father, but he's recently moved back to Iron Ridge after a very messy divorce. He was gone for three years, and so, he was given the position of Enforcer. He's doesn't look too happy about it, but it was either Enforcer or nothing. Knowing him, he'll work his ass off to get back to that Vice President position. My eyes dart back to him, and now, his inked fingers are wrapped around a glass of cold bear as he nods to what the old sweet butt is saying. I should be focused on this celebration. Today is all about me, but apparently, my attention is wrapped around him. My father's best friend. A man that I should never imagine having anything to do with. Cade Vermont "So, as everyone knows, Alex and I met in College. I was in my second year and he in his third. I was a b***h and he was still so sweet to me." Everyone bursts out laughing. Except for Cade. Apparently, the blonde woman whose aim is mainly to get f****d tonight is funnier than I am. Yeah, you wish. "While I was so rude to him, he was the best man ever. I grudgingly gave him my number with zero plans to return his calls and texts, but here we are two years after. I can for sure say I've met the love of my life." I grin, placing my hand on my hip while I turn around, looking at everyone. Tears fall down my mother's eyes as she pouts. The funny thing about this is that it's quite similar to how she met my father. The same settings and all. She was more stubborn than I was, but my father never relented. He saw what he wanted and went for it. My gaze moves to him again, and this time around, she is now seated on his lap, turning to face him. I catch her unbuttoning the top button of her shirt, giving him more access to her titties. She shakes them in his face, smiling. Cade, on the other hand, looks uninterested in the goods she's showing him. As though he's seen a thousand titties and so, some desperate lady's big ones have zero effect on him. I mean, hearing his story, you'd know he's genuinely done with women. Not after what his ex-wife put him through. I felt some form of pity for him while mum and I discussed and she told me about it shortly before I came home. It was a messy case. I watch as his hand slides up her jeans. He unhooks it and his fingers disappear into them. With his other hand, he takes a sip of his beer. Then, finally, his gaze lands on mine. We hold eye-contact for a total of two seconds before he tears his gaze away as he focuses on what he's doing to the sweet butt having her way with him. "Lottie, we have told everyone our story. We have told everyone how we met. They know how it started, but now, how does it end?" Alex asks, getting down from the chair he's standing on. "We all wanna know, Alex. You tell us." My grandfather yells and I can't help but actually burst out laughing. "You gotta be patient, grandpa." Alex yells and the whole clubhouse erupts in laughter. That was funny, I'm not even going to lie. "Lottie," he walks close to me. "From the day I set my eyes on you, I knew you were something special. So special I couldn't let you out of my sight because I needed to get to know you better. Curiosity killed the cat, they say, but I will rather die trying to build this than being alive and pondering on the what-ifs." He pauses, and I have to admit that this is so romantic. My eyes shift to him, and by now, the blonde is shaking on his legs, her face contorted and her lips forming an 'O' shape like she's about to c*m. "Lottie Melissa King," he continues, going down on his knees as he brings out a black box. This is the part where I start crying because I'm about to have my happily-ever-after. My knight in shining armor is about to make me his. It's a moment that calls for celebration. I should be feeling all the feels right now. My hands should be shaking and I should be a sweaty mess. Only, I'm not. "Will you make me the happiest man on earth and spend the rest of your beautiful life with me?" He quizzes and the whole bar goes noisy. I should want to see my parent's reactions. I should want to hug my mother and cry with her, but the first person my gaze lands on is him. He stares at the engagement ring Alex is holding out while on his knees, and he stares at me. Is that...disgust I see in his eyes? I try to communicate with my eyes, but his gaze leaves mine again as though I'm a fly on the wall that should be ignored. "Lottie," Alex calls. I'm just noticing that I'm keeping everyone in suspense. And so, with the biggest smile on my face, I shout "Yes, I will marry you Alex Spencer!" and the whole club house goes crazy. Alex slides the ring on my finger, getting up to press his forehead against mine while he whispers some s**t into my ear. That romantic stuff couples do when they are having a moment. He's telling me stuff, but I'm nodding. Nodding like I understand him. All the while, I'm looking for Cade. He's disappeared into the crowd with the sweet butt. "Babe,"Alex tips my chin up. "Huh?" I ask, absentmindedly, and he presses his lips against mine.