DADDY'S LITTLE VIRGIN:BEGS FOR HIS RUIN

HE'S JUST AN ARROGANT, OLDER THUG

Chapter 2

Sammy's POV

My fingers squeezed the paper cup so hard the hot coffee nearly spilled over the edge.

Standing right next to Ezra was the exact same man from the coffee shop. He had changed into a heavy, black leather jacket that made his broad shoulders look even more massive.

Up close, he was huge and took up all the space in the room. He smelled like expensive cologne and the rough scent of a garage.

The cocky smile was still on his handsome face. His dark eyes locked onto mine, watching the way my chest moved as I tried to force myself to breathe.

"Sammy, this is my dad," Ezra said, pointing to the giant beside him. "Damien Kane. Dad, this is Mimi’s older sister, Sammy."

Damien didn't say anything at first. He just looked down at me, his eyes dropping to the black coffee in my hand, then back up to my face. The look in his eyes made my blood boil.

Mimi looked between the two of us, her face twisting with confusion. She could obviously feel the heavy silence between us. "Wait... do you two already know each other?"

I didn't hesitate. I made my face go completely cold. I looked Damien straight in his dangerous eyes and lied.

"No. I’ve never seen this man in my life."

A low, deep sound came from Damien’s chest. It was an amused laugh that sent a sudden, hot shiver straight down my back. He slipped his hands into his pockets, leaning forward just an inch.

"Is that so?" Damien’s voice was a rough, deep voice that sounded like it belonged in a dark room. "Funny. You look exactly like a feisty little girl who was making trouble five minutes ago, princess."

My jaw clenched so hard it hurt. "I told you, I am not a..."

"Oh, look! The food is ready!" Mimi cut me off, grabbing Ezra’s arm. "Let’s go sit down at the outdoor seats."

Everyone started moving toward the large tents outside. The air smelled like food, but it was ruined by the heavy smoke and the loud, rough laughter of the bikers gathered around. It was a lifestyle I hated with everything inside me.

I tried to sit as far away as possible, but it didn't work. Damien walked over and took the wooden seat directly across from me.

Every single time I looked up, he was staring right at me, completely calm, holding a glass of liquor in his tatted hand.

"So, boss," one of Ezra’s friends called out, leaning over the table. "Did you hear about the police raid on the West Side gang? The cops are making a massive mess out there. Those stupid city laws are just getting in the way of real street justice."

The table agreed loudly. Hearing them talk about the law like it was trash made me snap. I was a lawyer. I spent my life using the system to protect people from people exactly like them.

"Laws don't get in the way of justice," I said, my voice cutting into their loud chatter. The entire table went dead silent. Multiple tatted men turned to look at me, but I kept my eyes locked on the leader sitting across from me.

"Laws are the only thing keeping the city from turning into a chaotic playground for criminals who think a leather jacket means they can do whatever they want."

Ezra blinked in surprise, but Damien didn't even move. He just leaned his large arms against the table, getting closer to me.

"Is that what you think, lawyer?" Damien asked softly. He didn't raise his voice, but the power in his tone made my breath catch in my throat. "You think a piece of paper keeps people safe?"

"It creates order," I snapped back, my anger rising. "Something your group clearly knows nothing about. You run around the city acting like gang leaders, thinking you're above the system. But the reality is, you're just bullies hiding behind a loud engine."

Mimi gasped, and I felt Shea kick my leg gently under the table, pleading for me to stop. But I couldn't. I hated everything he stood for.

Damien laughed again, completely unbothered by my words. He looked at me, his eyes scanning over my glasses with a dark, intense look.

"You have a very sharp tongue, Sammy," he murmured, using my name for the first time. The way he said it felt way too close.

"And you look real pretty hiding behind those glasses, pretending you know how the world works. But let me tell you something about reality. Out here, laws don't protect people. Power does." He leaned in even closer, his dark eyes looking almost black.

"When a real monster comes knocking at your door in the dark, your legal papers won't save you. You'll be begging for a man with a loud engine and heavy fists to protect you. Your rules are useless against real danger, princess."

My face went hot with pure rage. He was winning the argument, making me look like an emotional little girl while he remained perfectly calm and amused. He was mocking everything I was.

I couldn't take his stare for another second. I pushed my chair back with a loud noise and stood up.

"Excuse me," I said coldly. "I need to use the restroom inside the house."

I turned around and stormed away from the tents, walking through the large glass doors of the main house.

The hallway inside was quiet, cool, and empty. I took off my glasses, wiping a hand over my face as I tried to get my fast heart under control.

He's just an arrogant, older thug, I told myself.

Suddenly, the heavy sound of boots hit the floor behind me.

I spun around, my walls going right back up.

Damien was standing right there. He had followed me inside. He closed the distance in three big steps, blocking the door with his huge body and trapping me in the quiet hallway.