KNOW ME (DEFIANT Motorcycle Club)(6)

“Kira Tolleson,” he clucked softly.
I looked up into a face I’d seen nearly every day for the first decade of my life. 

The years since then hadn’t done him any harm.  Orion Jackson was as broad and muscled

as ever.  His dark hair was still short and his chiseled jaw wore only a shadowy hint

of beard.  His sharp blue eyes searched my face and then traveled lower.
I rose from my chair, hoping for some sign of affection from the man who had once been

almost a second father to me, but the hard set of his jaw reminded me that was a long

time ago.  Orion grabbed me around the wrist.
“Come with me,” he demanded.
Orion pinned my arm behind my back and pushed me down the dark hallway and out a back

door.  I scarcely had time to blink into the bright sun before he was practically

shoving me into the neighboring building.
A quartet of men sat around a table counting piles of money.  One was the first man who

had greeted me in the bar.  They looked at us with interest as Orion propelled me down

another hallway and into a small bedroom.  He slammed the door behind him.
I tore out of his grasp, rubbing my wrist.  There would be no friendly reunion.  Orion

glared at me with something between suspicion and anger.
“Hello to you too, Orion,” I managed to say with an edge of sarcasm.
“What the f*ck are you doing here, Kira?”  He crossed his arms, waiting.  I didn’t

know what he would do if he didn’t like my answer.
“My father is dead.”
Orion nodded.  “Yeah, I know.  And despite all the shit that went down between us I’m

sorry to hear it.”  A look of grief washed over the big man’s face and his voice

lowered.  “He was the closest thing to a real brother I ever had.”  The grief

evaporated and he regarded me coolly.  “Now how about you answer my f*cking question?

”
“I-“  My voice broke and I took a deep breath.  “I didn’t have anywhere else to go,

Orion. SF Outlaws will hunt me like a dog. Crest told me once that if things were ever

that desperate I should find you.”
Orion’s eyebrows shot up and his face broke into a grin.  “Did he? And what did Crest

Tolleson say I ought to do with you in your, ah, ‘desperate’ state?”
I licked my lips, thinking.  Though he was smiling, there was something distinctly cold

about Orion’s expression, as if I was nothing more than an object to toy with for a

few minutes. “He didn’t say.  But I thought maybe because I am the daughter of a man

you used to hold in some esteem-“
Orion burst into loud laughter.  “Shit, listen to you.  Girl, you think this is some

sort of underworld Ronald McDonald house where I’m gonna shield you from all the

terrors of the night?”  He took a step closer and leaned over.  My face grew hot he

reached a large hand out and touched me under the chin.
“Maybe,” he said softly, “if you were still a child I might have had a heart.” 

There was no mistaking the way his eyes traveled over my body.  I began to wish more

desperately I was clothed in something more substantial than a pink tank top and

cutoffs.  Orion grinned nastily.  “But you’re not a child anymore, are you, Kira?”
I swallowed.  “What do you want?”
Orion’s blue eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms.  I stared at the tattoos which

snaked from his wrists to his biceps.  His voice was low with a vague threat.  “Don’t

play your little college girl games with me, Kira.  You know goddamn well what I want.

”
I was disgusted.  He couldn’t be serious.  I looked him square in the eye.  “Why don

’t you just take it then?”
Orion pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and leisurely lit the end.  “So you did get

something of your daddy’s spirit.  Glad to see you’re not just a tired rag like your

mother.”
“Fuck you.”
Orion bent over me and blew a cloud of smoke in my face.  My hands clenched into fists

at my side, trying to brace for whatever would come next.   I gasped when he abruptly

cupped my right breast.  He ran his thumb idly over the instantly hard nipple and I bit

my lip, trying to will away the rising heat between my legs.
“You haven’t,” he said softly.  “Have you?”
“What?” I whispered.
“Been f*cked, Kira.” He took his hand away from my breast and I almost moaned with

complaint.  Orion took another drag of his cigarette and flashed me another amused

grin.
“I’ve been f*cked plenty,” I lied but my voice squeaked at the end.
“Bullshit.  You’re so tight you might crack.  Should have known.  No man in his

senses would dare screw the daughter of Crest Tolleson.  Your daddy would have ripped

his ever loving legs off.”  Orion laughed.  “If the prick was lucky.”
I’d had enough.  Something broke in me at the mention of my father.  Orion Jackson