My dark secret

Chapter 2

So, this one is also a bit on the short side but we get to see a bit Tom's point of view. Also, we get to see more of our lovable side-kick Bach. He's based on a larger version of my dog but with a bit more wolf thrown in.

Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think in the comments! <3

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Tom

"Tom!" Damian shouts as he walks into the clubhouse.

"What?" his son asks

"Shorty fucked up. You'll be taking his place."

Tom curls his nose up in disgust. "Seriously, dad? Fucking babysitting duty?"

"Seriously."

"But-"

Damien interrupts him "Zip it. We've been over this before. Here, I'm not your dad, I'm your prez so you'll do as you're told.

Tome scowls. "Yes, prez."

Catherine

Bach's front paws dig into my lap as I scratch his ears. The more he grows the more he forgets that he's getting too big to be a lap dog.

A knock on the door makes us look up

"Finally, I thought they would never send someone!"

Paul lets them know they can come in. A man about the same age as the president and wearing a waistcoat enters.

"I'm Kyle," he says, flashing us a smile. "Damian sent me," he says with a very heavy Irish accent.

I smile. "Nice to meet you."

"Whenever you're ready we can get going."

I push Bach off my lap and stand. "No time like the present."

***

I drive to my flat and show Kyle around. "And that's about it," I say, finishing the tour in the kitchen.

"It's small," he remarks. "Why don't you have a bigger place?"

"Don't need it," I reply as I pull vegetables out of the fridge and begin to dice them.

"And why don't you stay in a hotel?"

"It's cheaper here and I like to look after myself."

I start to sauté the vegetables as I prep the meat. "You like Bolognese, right?"

"What's there not to like?"

"You're from Ireland, aren't you?" I ask, ignoring Bach's puppy eyes begging for scraps.

"Born and raised. And you're English."

I laugh. "Hell no, Welsh."

Kyles expression brightens. "Well I'll be damned! My first time was with a Welsh lass. She was from Cae Coryn."

I smile as I stir the vegetables. "I was born not far from there."

"So what's with the fancy accent?""

Boarding school," I reply simply.

He smirks and I laugh knowingly. "Yes, it was an all girls school."

His smirk widens.

I roll my eyes and tell him to shut up.

Kyle's eight hours fly by in a blur. Just as I'm about to go to bed, his shift ends and another biker, Pete, turns up. After telling him to make himself at home, that he can watch TV, read whatever he wants (I didn't think it was likely that he would but you never know) and eat and drink whatever, I go to bed.

***

Bach wakes me up as usual by first sticking his nose into my ear and sniffing loudly. Then, when not satisfied because I still haven't moved, he begins to lick my face.

"Bugger off! Stop that! I know where that tongue has been," I groan and push him off me. Bach climbs on top of me, squishing the air out of my lungs. "All right, all right! I'm getting up!"

I drag myself out of bed and groggily make my way to the kitchen for a drink.

"Oh, fuck! You scared the shit out of me!" I gasp upon seeing a heavily tattooed man wearing the same jacket as Pete sitting at the dining table with a glass of water.

I sit down heavily on the sofa and try to calm my erratically beating heart. Bach's standing between the man and me, his amber eyes not leaving the stranger.

"Bach, come here," I say patting the sofa next to me. He turns around with a certain degree of reluctance and lies across my lap

"Congratulations, you've turned a wolf into a lap dog," the man sneers.

I ignore his comment. While it is true that Bach is extremely affectionate with me, that doesn't mean he can't kill a full grown man.

"And you are?" I ask.

"Tom, your new babysitter."