Page 1 of March 5

Chapter One

March 5th.

The woman kneeled between Dio's knees and kissed her way across his chest. He planted his hand on the top of her head and pushed her down.

He stretched out his leg, making more room in his jeans. "Undo my belt, Denise."

"Dawn." Her fast fingers expertly unlatched his buckle. "My name's Dawn."

Denise. Dawn. Whatever. It wouldn't matter what her name was because he planned to shove his cock deep in her throat in two seconds to shut her up.

All he wanted was a blow job.

He grabbed the base of his dick and shoved her head down until she opened her mouth. Her thin lips dragged along his hardness. His fingers fisted in her hair. Frustration made him impatient. The biker bitch was doing nothing for him.

The door opened, banging against the wall, and a gasp filled the room. Dio lifted his head.

The woman between his knees continued to suck, but his cock deflated like a balloon. He stared across the ten-foot span at Skye, barely seen in the shadows of the hallway.

He pushed the woman off him and stood, pulling up his jeans. His heart hammered. Each beat was like a shot in the chest.

"Princess?" He stepped forward.

Skye dropped a bag and whirled around, darting out of sight. He strode to the door, prepared to go after her, and almost smacked into Maverick.

Skye's dad grabbed the front of his vest. "What happened?"

Dio shrugged out of his grasp. "She bolted."

Dawn slipped out of the room and hurried down the hallway back to the party. Maverick's gaze followed the woman. Dio exhaled loudly, knowing what it looked like. What it was. Fucking hell.

If he had known Skye was coming, he wouldn't have taken the bitch back to his room. Skye's visits to the clubhouse became scarce since graduating from community college and now working part-time as a mobile physical therapist.

Maverick snapped his gaze at Dio. "What did she walk into?"

"A little birthday celebration."

Maverick's gaze narrowed. He wasn't going to accept that as an answer.

"Getting a blow, brother." He rubbed his hand over his face, shaking the effects of seeing Skye upset. "I had no idea she was here."

There was no way he'd purposely go against the bylaws. He would protect his Havlin brothers, their women, andtheir children. Havlin owned his soul.

"Fuck," muttered Maverick, turning his head to cough. "I'll go talk to her."

Dio stayed behind. Maverick was her dad. He could handle the situation. Skye was old enough to know what went on at the parties. She'd grown uprunning around the clubhouse. The facts of life came with each year she got older. He inhaled deeply, gritting his teeth. Knowing she wasn't innocent about what happened at the parties, he still never got involved with women around Skye.

She was like his kid sister. The fact that he had no sisters is one of the reasons he enjoyed Skye. She was pure sweetness—a rebellious sweetness, but that only made her more special to him.

He turned to go back into the room and almost stepped on the bag Skye had dropped. He picked up the bag by the handles, carried it into the room, and shut the door. Peering inside, hefound a small white box with an envelope taped to the top.

His name was written on the front. Even if he hadn't seen Skye, he would've known it was from her. She always drew a heart instead of a dot over theiin his name.

He sat down on the couch and opened the envelope. Only when he pulled out a birthday card did he remember why he was celebrating. He turned forty-five years old today.

Of course, Skye would remember. March 5th was her birthday, too. A big one. She turned twenty-one.

Rubbing his jaw, he read the card. Instead of those cheesy messages found in most cards, Skye had used the inside of a blank card to write him a private message.