Page 37 of Tye
“You think you’ve got what it takes to look after my granddaughter, boy?”
I turn and face Spike.
“I know I have. She’s the kind of special a man will kill for. And I’m claiming her. You know we don’t mess with women on Rage,” I replied.
“Club whores? Bar flies? I remember how Rage used to party,” Spike challenged.
“The operative words are used to. Rage got rid of the slags ages ago, and bar flies aren’t allowed anymore. Rage stopped that shit because of our old ladies,” I retorted.
“Big deal. My grandbaby ain’t no whore or barfly, and I don’t want her around a club,” Spike said.
“Rage ain’t no ordinary MC,” I argued.
“Rage spawned Fury,” Spike stated.
“The fuck we did. Fury was a founder. Whatever he was, wasn’t because of Rage. He had plans long before shit hit the fan,proved by him kidnapping your daughter. You can say whatever crap you want, but you ain’t blaming Rage for Fury.”
“And no Rage prospect is gonna date my grandbaby. Over my dead body,” Spike snarled. “She’s a good girl.”
“Fine. I’ll step down. But you won’t be welcome in my home if I do that,” I replied and heard a gasp.
Footsteps sounded behind me, and a hand slipped into mine. I glanced down and saw Demi, and she appeared fuming.
“Pops!” she snapped. “I’m an adult!”
“And my grandbaby,” Spike stated simply.
“Seriously? I don’t need you to fight my battles, and Ice does not need to resign from Rage,” Demi argued.
“Nah, he doesn’t. I was testing him,” Spike admitted.
I almost laughed as virtual steam came out of Demi’s ears. “Testing him?”
“Yep.”
“Did he pass?”
“Yup.”
“I’m so damn glad that you think you get a say in my dating life,” Demi said sarcastically.
“Yeah.”
“Pops, you’re so frustrating!” Demi squealed.
“Yes. But now I know he’s worthy of you. Of course, if he fucks up, he better knows how to run and run faster than a horse. Because boy, I’ll horsewhip you from here to fuckin’ kingdom come should you hurt my grandbaby,” Spike warned.
“Goes for you too, Spike, Demi. Hurt with my son, and I will burn your world down!” Mom said from behind us.
Spike turned to face her with a smirk, and I winced. Mom’s hair was a mess, as if Dad had been dragging his hands through it, and her lips were swollen.
“That I can believe, ma’am. Seems neither of them better fuck up,” Spike replied with a grin.
I rolled my eyes at Demi, who did the same.
“Now that is settled, I was working with Drake,” Mom said and walked back to Dad’s study, where he was leaning against the doorjamb.
“Somehow, I don’t think that’s work,” Spike muttered, and Carter laughed.