1. Harlow

I'm only Daddy's little girl sometimes.

Don't get me wrong, I love my daddy. He's the best man I've ever known and very protective, but sometimes, his nature to keep me safe smothers me. It's why when I got accepted into the University of Nevada, even though I lived so close to it, I decided to get an apartment. I wanted to move out. I needed my own space, I needed to spread my wings, and I needed to do so much more than my father allowed me to do.

I had to experience life.

It doesn't help the situation that my daddy is the President of the Venom Vultures MC in Las Vegas. He is brutal and intense, but I'm his weakness. So when I wanted to move out, I broke his heart, and it made me feel horrible. I had never seen him cry before. Even when Mom died when I was still a baby, he only teared up.

He's the kind of man who keeps his emotions locked inside.

When I told him I wanted to leave? A tear dripped down his face, but he didn't argue with me. He only nodded and stomped out of the room in his giant biker boots. I still see him nearly every day because someone from the club is always checking on me.

I'm an MC princess, apparently, and it isn't the best thing for me to be out here on my own. Any one of Daddy's enemies could find me and take me away.

It's still a chance I'm willing to take.

"Okay, heads you tell a truth, tails you do a dare." My best friend and roommate Meredith chuckles as she sips her pineapple and rum.

My daddy would be furious if he knew what I was doing, which only adds to my experience.

I make my gin and tonic, squeeze a hefty amount of lime juice in it, lick my fingers, and pucker my lips when the lime juice has my taste buds dancing. I hurry over to the oversized stuffed leather couch and plop down on it.

"Deal," I say, taking a sip of my drink.

"Me too," Addison echoes in agreement, taking a long swig of her beer.

I hate beer. I don't know how Addison chokes the stuff down, but she doesn't drink anything else.

"Okay, Harlow, you're first." Meredith hands me a quarter. "And no cheating," she adds.

I drop my hand in my lap and give her a look. "How do you cheat with a quarter?"

Addison chuckles, tilting her bottle up to finish it, then stands to head to the kitchen and grab a new one from the fridge.

"I don't know. I just thought it needed to be said." Meredith rolls her eyes. "Okay, go. Flip the coin."

I take a deep breath, nervous all of a sudden. I never really had friends growing up. Being an MC princess didn't allow for such luxuries. High school was brutal because everyone was afraid of me because of the club. At first, I thought it was cool that I had so many MC members to have my back—they are my family—but it didn't work out that way.

Meredith and Addison know who I am. I didn't hide anything when I saw a post on the bulletin board around campus that they needed a roommate. Heck, they love it when the guys come over to fix things. The guys even fix their cars for them, from oil changes to tire rotations. The girls are smitten.

They probably wouldn't be if they know what kind of women they had sex with. The guys call them club whores or changerounds—but me, I just call them desperate sluts looking to say they fucked a biker.

I say that, but then I think of my father's best friends. Alto, Bane, and Colt. They have been friends with my daddy since long before I was born. So the history is long, which is why I know I don't stand a chance. Plus, why would they want someone as young as me? They aren't old. All three are thirty-eight, which is a nineteen-year age gap, but isn't age just a number?

Daddy had me when he was very young. He was a prospect of the club at the time and Grandpa was the MC President. Daddy was nineteen, my age, when he had a newborn daughter, and he was happy. He said he wanted to make my mom his ol' lady, but then she died.

A bullet to the head because of a rival MC. He's never gotten over that. He's never dated. I don't even remember catching him with another woman. He still wears a ring on his finger even though my parents were never married.

He's loyal, painfully so.

I hurt for him. I only want him to be happy.

Flipping the coin, I'm yanked back to the present with my friends instead of these sad thoughts. I watch as the quarter flips through the air in a blur, then lands on the ground. All three of us lean forward and I'm relieved when it lands on heads.

"Truth." Meredith rubs her hands together evilly. "Spill the beads."

"Beans, Mer. It's spill the beans," Addison corrects.

Meredith frowns. "I know, but beads are harder to clean up and there are usually more of them. The inconvenience makes more sense."

Addison opens her mouth to argue but can't think of anything to say. "I can't disagree with that. Point taken."

"So tell us something we don't know," Meredith gets us back on track.

"Um." I blush, thinking about what I could tell them. I don't have a ton of secrets. Most of the experiences I've had are with Meredith and Addison. "I'm a virgin. I've never even kissed a man."

Addison gasps and Meredith's mouth falls open. "What!" they shout in unison.

I take a long swallow of my drink, suddenly feeling very thirsty. "It was too hard growing up in the MC. The guys made sure boys my age weren't hanging around me. I've never had the chance."

"We have to fix that immediately. To be fair, we are both virgins too, but we've kissed other guys."

I feel better at Meredith's words and pick up the coin. I hand it to Addison. She flips it and it lands on tails.

She groans.

A dare.

"I dare you," I begin, having no idea what I'm about to say. I tap my finger against my chin as I think. My brows raise when I finally think of it. "I dare you to go next door and give that sexy neighbor one of your beers?—"

"Psh, that's easy," she interrupts me and stands.

"—And…" I lean forward. "To give him your number so y'all can go out sometime."

Meredith squeals, clapping her hands and bouncing on the couch cushion.

"Fine." Addison lifts her chin, tossing her shoulders back. "That's easy." She saunters to the fridge, giving us a proud look as she swings the door open, snatches a beer, and then the bottle opener. It's a simple one. It's silver, smaller than her hand, and she twirls it on her finger before strolling to the door. "I'll be back in a minute."

Addison is all bark and no bite—well, I'm sure she'd bite if tempted—but she puts on this persona that keeps everyone away from her.

We hurry to the peephole and since I'm taller than Meredith, I watch Addison knock on the neighbor's door. I slap Meredith's shoulder. "She's doing it. She's doing it."

"No way! I want to see."

Buzzed and giggling, I try to lift her up. She presses her hands against the door and we sway, trying to maintain balance, which is hard since we are both dying of laughter.

"He opened the door!"

"Oh, screw this." I set her down and crack the door open, poking my head out, and Meredith does the same underneath me.

I'm sure we look like a pair.

The guy, Ryan, smiles down at Addison, then looks over her shoulder at us, a question on his face as his brows pinch together.

"Don't mind them. I was just coming over to offer you a beer." She pops the top off with the opener, catching the cap in her hand. "And was hoping I could get your number so we could go out sometime."

Ryan grins, taking the beer from Addison's outstretched hand. "I like your style. Let me see your phone."

Addison slips her phone from her back pocket and hands it to Ryan. He types in his number and smirks just as his phone buzzes in his pocket.

"I have your number now too. I'll be reaching out to you soon, Addison." He drinks the beer, eyeing her up and down as if he wants to devour her.

"I'll be looking forward to it." She swings the bottle opener again, twisting it around her finger, then she backs away.

I open the door, and their eyes are still locked on one another until I shut the door to break their connection.

"Ahh!" Meredith dances in a circle. "That was awesome."

"Oh my god." Addison lets out a breath, placing her hands on her knees. "That was so nerve-racking, but damn, I feel like I'm on cloud nine."

"Okay, Meredith. Your turn." I guide my friends back to our little drunken oasis and Meredith settles on the cushion she placed on the ground.

She flips the coin and I'll be damned if it doesn't land on its side so it's standing up.

"What's that mean?"

"It means we pick," Addison says, rubbing her hands together. "Tell us a truth."

"When I was ten, I ran away from home and broke into a Chuck E. Cheese and slept there for four days. All the workers thought I was just another kid. I had the time of my life until a missing person's report came through and my face was all over the TV."

"No!" I toss my head back and laugh, my drink spilling over the rim of my glass. "Oh my god. You ran away from home?" I find that hard to believe. Meredith is sweet and innocent. I couldn't see her doing anything like that.

Her smile fades and she downs her drink.

Everything becomes more serious.

"Your turn," she tells me, handing me the coin.

"Oh no, you don't get away that easy," Addison says, snatching the coin. "Tell us why you ran away."

"I'll tell you if I land on truth the next go-around."

Addison and I let it go, giving each other a knowing look, and the game goes on for hours.

I'm drunk and the coin is lost now. No one knows where it went and it's my turn. I'm seeing double. There are two of everything and that can't be good.

"Truth or dare?" Addison slurs. "Pick dare, you chicken."

"Dare," I snip, my eyes narrowing in triumph. "I'm no chimcken." I mispronounce and try to correct it. "Chimcken. Chidicken."

We all laugh at the failed attempt. We clutch our stomachs, chuckling so hard that I roll off the couch and smash against the floor.

And that only has my "friends" laughing harder.

What friends they are.

They are the best though.

"Nope, I change my mind. Truth. I want the truth."

"Truth and a dare," Meredith suggests. "No taksies backsies."

"Fine." I prop myself up on my elbow, suddenly tired. "I have a crush on my dad's three best friends. Alto, Colt, and Bane. They are older though. My daddy's age."

"The three." Meredith hiccups. "The three that always come over to help us or follow you to class."

I nod. "So dreamy."

"So. Dreamy." Meredith wobbly nods her head.

"I dare you to text them and tell them how sexy you find them and…and—" Addison stands as if she's about to give a speech. She places her hands on her hips and she loses her balance but rights herself, causing us to laugh again. "And you have to admit you have a crush on them."

I gasp so loud I choke. "No." I shake my head. "I can't do that. They would hate me."

"Or love you. I bet they want Daddy's little princess more than you think." Meredith yawns. "Forbidden fruit and all."

"If not, you have to strip and run around the building," Addison gives another option, which has me digging for my phone because I am not running around naked and becoming a headline for the University news.

When I grab my phone, I have to narrow my eyes to concentrate on my vision so I can see the screen.

"Fine, but if they get killed because Daddy finds out, blame yourself."

"No one will find out," Meredith drawls as if she's pouting. "Ya big baby," she grumbles.

I snort, creating a group chat with Alto, Bane, and Colt.

I name the chat My Three Sexy Beasts.

I hold my breath while I type.

I just wsnated to letttt you knw, I fiinddd, you allllls sexxxy. So sexy. More than Jason Momoa. Lots more. I really like you in ways I'm not alloweddd. Don'tt tell dasdddy.

I press send, proud of myself for putting together a sentence.

And then I pass out, the alcohol winning the fight for my consciousness.