Grimm Protector (Book 2) The Grimm Dragons Series

Prologue-Alpha

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The clubhouse was crowded as I stepped into the fray, lifting my chin in greeting toward our enforcer, Beast and his ol' lady, Abby sitting at a table. His hand moved around her waist, smirking at me as he staked his claim. I rolled my blue eyes because he didn't have to do that. I would never bed one of my brothers ol' ladies. Thankfully, there were only two in the clubhouse tonight. Abby and our president, John's, ol' lady, Leah. I knew if I wanted to keep my junk not to touch either of them.

My gaze moved from Beast to my father, Titan, causing my heart to almost explode in my chest. I knew what today was...The anniversary of the day my mother had done the unthinkable, beating my sister, Damara and I so bad that we could barely move before leaving. Still, he loved her and gave excuses to keep the club from enacting justice, letting her disappear, knowing she would never be back. He was downing fucking beers like water and I knew that either Beast or John would be dragging his ass home in the early hours of the morning.

"Hey, bro," Psycho said, raising his brows that glint that he was going to get in trouble before the night was over sparkling in his hazel eyes. 

"Hey, Alpha," I said, tilting my head as I studied him, "Everything okay?"

He shook his head before pointing his chin toward some guys talking to Alison and Mariah, John's daughters. That maniacal grin passed over his face and I suddenly knew why he was going to start trouble. Though he would never admit it, he was in love with Alison but to give in to that would cause him to become buzzard food but before they got their meal, John would torture him first.

"Psycho, one day John is going to figure you out and I'll have to help hide your body," I said, shaking my head.

"What do you mean?" he asked, frowning as his gaze strayed toward Alison again, his eyes darkening when the man touched Alison's hand. I moved to stop him but he was already gone, moving across the room, slamming his fist into the man's jaw. I winced when I realized the man was wearing colors of The Chained Gods, a motorcycle club...One of our sister clubs.

"Fuck," I cursed under my breath as Beast sent Abby with Leah toward the kitchen before he moved toward Psycho. Psycho continued to slam his fists into the man's face, the sound of flesh against flesh and bones breaking renting the air. I stepped toward them, realizing that it would take more than Beast to pull Psycho from the man when he was in a rage.

As soon as I reached him, Psycho's fist swung back connecting with my jaw, causing me to stagger and fall into the table behind me. God damn that hurt. I almost felt sorry for the guy who was getting the full force of his swings.

"Damn it, Psycho!" Beast shouted as he tried pulling him away from the man but Psycho's mind had fractured and he wasn't hearing him.

"Psycho!" It was Alison calling out his name that caused him to raise his head, his eyes losing that creepy glint as he calmed almost instantly. Still, blood splattered his face and shirt, leaving behind evidence of his penchant for insanity. I breathed out a sigh of relief when the man took a deep breath. At least he was fucking alive.

John came out of his office, his eerie blue eyes settling on Psycho. With his black hair and beard and those creepy-ass hard as steel eyes, John could look like Satan himself on a good day. Right now, he somehow seemed like someone Satan would fear.

He moved toward Psycho, his back to me showing our patch...A dragon's head with the rocker that sported our club name, Grimm Dragons and the bottom rocker with our territory, Ozland, Texas.

"What the fuck is going on here?" John demanded, his eyes narrowing on Psycho.

"He touched one of your daughters," Psycho breathed out through clenched teeth. I was thankful as fuck to whatever god was above that he didn't say which one.

John tilted his head as Bobby, The Chained Gods president came out of the room taking in his beaten and bloody brother.

"What the hell happened?" he asked, frowning.

"Well," John said, poking his tongue in his cheek, a sure sign he was annoyed, "It appears one of your boys didn't know the rule about not touching my daughters or the ol' ladies. I think he knows now."

Bobby shook his head as he glanced at his other club members, "Get him upstairs and patched up," he said, glancing around the room at his other men, "Does everyone understand the rules now?"

Though pissed, the other men nodded while a couple of them moved forward and picked up their injured brother. I glanced toward my father and then, toward Psycho as Alison, spoke softly to him, calming him further and curled my lip.

Love was fucking crazy. I was going to make damn sure I was never going to be one of its victims.