Tiny

Evernight
Publishing

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Copyright© 2014 Sam
Crescent

 
ISBN: 978-1-77130-723-9

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Editor:
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DEDICATION

I would
like to say a big thank you to
Evernight
and to my
editor,
Karyn
White. Without either people The Skulls
wouldn't have a home. I have loved this venture into biker romance and I want
to say a big thank you to all my readers. You're all wonderful and your words
mean so much to me.

TINY

The Skulls, 4

Sam Crescent

Copyright © 2014

Prologue

Staring at his front door,
Tiny knew he’d fucked up bad. He stared at the flowers in his hand knowing they
were a pitiful excuse for what he’d done. The moment his wife, Patricia, had walked
in his office, he’d felt the guilt slam through him. Even with the guilt he’d
gotten angry at her for walking into his club, his domain, and what she’d found
had torn through his soul.

To the outside world
everyone, even his club, believed his marriage was perfect, and to a point it
was. Patricia had given him a daughter, and she settled the anger within him,
but he was never satisfied. He loved her with all of his heart, and he’d do
everything to make her smile.

Patricia doesn’t give you what you need.

Tiny cut the thought away
immediately. There was no way he could blame Patricia for what he needed. Not
every woman wanted a man to be in charge. It still didn’t give him an excuse to
do what he did. Patricia gave him more than most women ever had. He’d been
using a sweet-butt to rid himself of the stress running The Skulls gave him.
Not that fucking everything in sight was an excuse because it wasn’t. Since
he’d taken out Snitch and the evil lurking in Fort Wills, Tiny hadn’t dealt
with anything but tension. He didn’t know what happened to Snitch, but as long
as the bastard didn’t come back, Tiny would be happy. Patricia didn’t deserve
the way he was treating her, and each time he lost himself in another woman he
always promised himself it was going to be the last one.

He heard the loud music from
Lash and Nash upstairs. The boys were going to be great when they joined The
Skulls. They were good kids considering what they’d lost at a young age. He was
already working at patching them in. Opening the front door he walked into his
home. The scent of roast chicken greeted him.

“Hello,” he said.

No one answered him. From
Lash’s room rap music was playing. Nash’s room had rock music, and his daughter
had pop coming from her room. The three different sounds were enough to give
him a headache.

Going to the kitchen he
found his wife stood at the counter beating something in a bowl. “Have you
asked them to turn that shit down?” he asked.

“They’re kids. They get to
do what they want.” Patricia wasn’t looking at him. She didn’t even give him a
glance.

“I got you some flowers.”

She finally looked up, and
he saw her eyes were red-rimmed. “Are these your guilt flowers?” The spite she
felt for him filled her voice. He knew he deserved it and handed her the
flowers.

“Take the flowers,” he said.

“No.” She didn’t move other than
to continue beating whatever the hell she was beating in her bowl.

“For fuck’s
sake, Patricia.
I’m sorry.”

The next move startled him
as she threw the bowl she’d been using against the wall. The bowl smashed, and
the contents decorated the wall and floor. She turned on him with hands on
hips. “No, you’re not fucking sorry because it’s not the first time. You’re
never going to fucking change.” Her breathing was heavy, and her chest rose and
fell with each indrawn breath. The music in the background still played loudly.

Gritting his teeth together,
Tiny couldn’t stop the arousal at seeing her angry. The fire in her eyes blazed
even if they were tear-stained.

“What do you want me to
say?” he asked, dropping the flowers to the counter.

“Nothing.
I don’t want you to say anything.”

She swiped the flowers off
the counter and walked away. He never liked people walking away from him,
especially his wife. Catching her around the waist, he pulled her against him.

“Let me go!” She shouted the
words while also trying to head butt him.

“Fuck, stay still, woman.
You’re not getting away from it, so fucking stop.”

After many minutes of
fighting Patricia finally calmed down in his arms. “I fucking hate you, and I
hate that club.” She spun around in his arms cursing at him.

“The club is what keeps you
in this lifestyle. We take care of the fucking town. The club is everything.”

“And the men are fucking
pigs.” She spat the words at him. He wasn’t hurt by her outburst. Over the last
couple of months they’d been arguing more and more. He loved her, but her
nagging was really starting to piss him off. No one knew what was going on
between them outside of closed doors. They even kept their arguing away from
the kids. He didn’t know how he did it, only that he did.

“Watch how you speak about
my men. They’re good men.”

She shook her head. “You
don’t even see it, do you? You’re an unfaithful bastard. I don’t want you
anywhere near me. You had your dick in a whore today, Tiny.” He held onto her
arms, but she stopped fighting him. “You’re going to bring Lash and Nash into
that fucking club. What about your daughter, huh? What about Tate? She’s going
to end up with one of those bastards at the club. What are you going to do when
you see one of them treating her like you’re treating me?” With every word she
spoke, her voice grew louder.

His anger increased. Tiny
released her and faced his wife. “You knew this when I fucking married you. If
Tate decides to marry one of my men then she’s going to have to buck the fuck
up. I’m not holding anyone’s hand.”

Patricia slapped him around
the face. “She’s our baby.” Tiny looked at his wife and raised his hand in the
air. No one slapped him and got away from it.

Don’t do it. You’ll cross the line, and you’re better
than that.

She looked at his hand then
back at him.

Slowly, he lowered his hand.
“If you had a cock I’d have wiped you out by now.”

“Then it’s a good job I
haven’t. Get out, Tiny. I don’t want you near me right now. Tate would be
better off without you for a father,” Patricia said.

Tiny watched her walk toward
the wall where the mess was. He wouldn’t have hit her, but for a split second
he’d been tempted. No woman hit him, not one. He was the fucking boss, and even
his wife knew the score. Tiny never hurt women, but he made sure they answered for
their crimes.

You cheated on her, dick.

“Mommy.”
Tate’s voice came from the doorway. He turned to see
his little girl pale. Tate was the light of his life. Everything he did was to
build her a better life. He doubted she’d have anything to do with the club
when she was older. If she did, he knew deep down she would keep the man to
claim her on his toes.

“Hey, baby.”

From the look on her face,
he knew she’d heard their argument. Not good. He didn’t want anyone to know
there was the occasional argument between him and Patricia.

“Not now, Tate,” Patricia said.

“I’ll deal with her.” Tiny
left the kitchen going toward his daughter. “How’s my little girl?” he asked.

“Are you going to break up?
I heard Edward and Nigel say you were.” She was the only girl who got away with
calling the two brothers by their own names.

“Nah, we’re not going to
break up. We’re just arguing like adults do. I love your mommy so much. I
wouldn’t let her leave us.”

“When I’m grown up I’m not
going to argue with my husband.”

“You’re not?” he asked,
heading upstairs.

“No, I’m going to find a boy
that will do as he’s told, and I can tell him what to do, and I’ll never be
hurt.”

Tiny chuckled. Tate was his
whole world. He loved his wife, but at times Patricia was a little
temperamental.

The guilt disappeared within
a few hours, and that night he made love to his wife. Patricia always responded
to him, and it only took a few caresses for her to relent to him.

****

Three years later he was
burying her in the ground, and Tiny felt the full effect of what he’d done to
Patricia. He was left with three kids and not a clue what to do.