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Part Eleven

Tiger
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Harley Finley

I pulled my hood from my large sweater over my head at an attempt to hide my face from the over crowded bar I was about to walk into. I could already hear a bar fight going on and I couldn't help but cringe at the man with a bloodied nose that stumbled out.

Every bone in my body was screaming at me to turn around. Only the lowest, most asshole-ish people came here to drink and smoke until their lungs were brown and their mind hazed. I should know since I was one of them at some point in my life. I'd come here to hide from Jim, knowing he'd never come to such a place that was riddled with his enemies.

I kept my head low as I entered, hoping no one would recognize me. As far as everyone knew, I had left town in a rental hours ago. I wasn't sure how long the lie would last, so I had to be fast.

I took a spot at the bar counter and waited patiently for the bartender to bring me some random drink he suggested.

"Oh, look who it is." A manly voice teased from behind me. His warm hand pressed against my back, sliding upwards until his fingers were able to wrap around the back of the neck threateningly.

I stopped my body from tensing up and instead sipped on my Long Island with not a care in the world.

No one was going to recognize me. It's been years since being here. I just had to be confident.

The man leaned in closer until his body was pressed against my back. "I'm going to give you five minutes to leave before I out you, little Finley. Your father and brother aren't welcome here. What makes you think you are?"

I placed my glass to the counter with pursed lips. Well, there goes my plan at staying under the radar.

I turned slowly, until I was face to face with the leader of the Southfield gang called, The Hog Association. They covered up most of their illegal doings with a motorcycle club. Much like my father but these people were killers, after those who did them wrong.

The leader was older, most likely now in his fifty's, with salt and pepper hair sitting on top of a rough look any woman would love.

"Jeremy, you and I both know I disliked my father as much as you." I placed my hands to my bare thighs, just below my shorts and sighed. "Can't I have ten minutes of your time? Or your son. That's who I was looking for before you rudely tried to kick me out."

Jeremy chuckled with a shake of his head. "Still a pistol aren't you? Haven't changed since you were a little girl."

I smiled at the change of his demeanor, "Where's Ian? I'd like to say hi."

Jeremy pointed behind him to the pool table. My eyes followed his direction and my stomach sunk when I found Colten amongst the group. His dark brown eyes were trained to the table as he leaned over in his jeans to line up a shot.

I couldn't help the small thrill that ran through my body at knowing neither of us should be here.

Not if he's best friends with my brother like he says he is.

My thighs tightened as I stood from the stool knowing I was going to fuck with him for thinking I was a little girl who needed his protection.

"Don't go causing any fights in my bar, little Finley." Jeremy scolded, probably remembering the last time I ran away from home and ended up here. The night ended dramatically with glass smashed to the floor and a few with broken bones but fuck, it was a good night.

"No promises." I shot him one last smile before I swayed my hips as I walked closer to the pool table.

My eyes met with Colten's for just a moment. Just long enough to feel his anger at the sight of me here. I watched his muscular arms flex with each step I took closer as he held himself back from rushing to me.

It felt so good to piss him off that I made sure to smile at him.

Ian was standing with his back to me. His classic black jeans and rock band t shirt the same as ever while his deep laugh filled the loud atmosphere.

I trailed a finger softly up his back until I gained the attention of his beautiful green eyes. His face lit up as he took me in, seeing how much I had grown in comparison to years ago.

"Harley!" Ian laughed before grabbing my body and spinning me in circles.

"Hey, Tiger." I purred like I used to in our late teens knowing I always got a reaction from him then.

Ian latched onto my ass, holding each cheek in his hands and squeezing tightly. "Still as flirty as ever, pistol."

"Hmm," I hummed leaning into his ear giving him goosebumps along the side of his neck, "Can we talk?"

Ian didn't even put me down as he walked through the masses of drunks until we were in the back of the bar and away from preying eyes.

I held onto his bicep and gave a squeeze just to feel how much more muscular he had gotten through the years.

Ian chuckled into my neck before pinning me against the back wall. His body completely hiding mine. "You like that, sweetheart?"

"Can't say you're the same boy I remember." I peered up to him through my lashes with a frown. "I need help, Ian."

Ian's face hardened. He knew I was desperate to come to him. He knew I had no other options. Just like five years ago when I ran away from this place. If it hadn't been for Ian, I wouldn't have had the money or means to live on my own until I got on my own two feet.

His lips pressed in a firm line as he brushed the hair from my face.

"Who are you running from now?"

I shook my head, "I'm not running this time."

He looked to me like he knew everything. The gossip in this town runs thick and quick. I'm sure he already did.

"You know my services don't come for free." Ian raised a brow with his hands venturing down the my sides to my hips where he held me snuggly against him.

"I know." I acknowledged with a sigh and reached into my back pocket where I pulled out my fathers favorite pocket knife. It was engraved with gold, worth maybe a couple hundred bucks at most but it was more figurative for guys like Ian. He would have the beloved knife of one of his enemies.

Ian saw what I was pulling out and quickly put a hand over my own and held it close to my ass. His body pushed against mine in an attempt to hide me from the bar.

"Goddammit, Harley. Not here. Are you trying to get beat?" Ian scolded and nuzzled his nose into my neck. He made it seem like he was kissing and ready to fuck me as he managed to pull the knife from my hand and place it into his pocket.

"I need the cabin. Just for a few days." I whispered.

Ian tensed in my hold just slightly, just enough to tell me he was worried. "Who are you hiding from?"

"I don't know yet." I admitted with a twist in my stomach.

Ian groaned before sliding a pair of keys into my pocket the knife once sat.

"Don't let anyone follow you. No one will be able to help if you run into trouble up there." Ian sighed into my hair before pulling away.

I pat my pocket, ensuring the key was still there before giving Ian a nod. "Thank you."

He rolled his eyes, "You Finley's are always trouble. I should have known when I saw you."

I laughed at the truth he spelled before reaching up and giving his cheek a soft kiss. "Til next time, Tiger."

He grumbled a swear before placing a tender kiss to my cheek too. "You are such a tease, Harley. Now go, before someone else here realizes who you are. We don't want a repeat on the last time."

I rolled my eyes before rushing off into the back room. I had a plan, not one that made sense yet but it was so enough to try to figure out who was after my family and me.

All I needed was a safe spot and now that I had it, nothing to could stop me.

"You going somewhere, angel?" Colten's voice whispered in my ear, causing me to practically jump out of my shoes.