The Four Stages of Loving Dutch Owen - Debra Kayn Page 0,31
orgy the later it got.
He swung open a door, went to close it at the sight of four people, and stopped. Rachel had her top off and was in the middle of giving Papa—the club's chaplain a blow job. He looked around the room, making out Skull on top of a woman, pounding into her hard on the bed.
He stepped back, shutting the door. There was no use trying to get Rachel to stop and take Marla Marie home. He could see that his sister and Skull still participated in the parties.
Heading downstairs, he found Ballistic, the V.P. of the Spokane chapter. "Do me a favor and let Skull know his daughter is with me when you see him."
"You don't usually take young pussy." Ballistic's overgrown mustache failed to control the sick grin. "She's a wild one. Watch out, or she'll put scars down your back with those fingernails—"
The knife in Dutch's hand stopped Ballistic from saying any more. He walked him back to the wall, pressing the blade against the man's skin. "If I hear you looking or touching that girl, I'll kill you."
"Hey...I don't go for the kids." Ballistic hissed as Dutch increased the pressure. "I'm good, man."
He shoved off Ballistic and headed for the door. Outside, he peered through the dark, making sure Marla Marie had listened to him and stayed where he'd told her. Others had joined her. He slowed his pace, taking in the scene.
Marla Marie hung on some guy from the club he failed to recognize, probably a prospect or a first year. Whichever patch he wore, he was too old for her.
Another girl—Alyssa, danced on top of the car, trying to get Marla Marie to come up on the vehicle with her.
His attention went back to the guy with his hands on Marla Marie and stopped in the field, twenty paces away from them. It dawned on him that the kid was Bridge's boy—he had to be twenty-five or six by now. The reputation that followed him around was that he fucked anything with two legs.
He fisted his hands. Hadn't he told that fucker to watch her earlier, and now he had Marla Marie hanging off him?
He strode forward. Alyssa tried to signal Marla Marie, but she was caught up in whatever Bridge's boy said.
"You've got two hands, boy." He lit a cigarette when everyone in front of him stopped talking. "You've got a half a second to stop touching Marla Marie, or you'll lose both of them."
Bridge's boy stepped back, raising his hands. Marla, caught off guard, moved with him. The other kids walked away, not wanting to get in trouble.
"Dutch, this is Tony." She leaned against the front of Tony. "He's one of my friends."
He knew exactly who the guy was, and it wasn't the first time he'd tried to mess around with Marla Marie. The last time, she ended up grounded, thinking her life was over. And, he'd gone looking for the boy, ready to beat the shit out of him.
He inhaled on the cigarette. "How's that little boy of yours, Tony? He must be two, three years old now."
"I don't know—"
"What's that girl's name that you got knocked up and your daddy paid to send her away?" He exhaled a stream of smoke toward him. "Do you ever see your kid?"
Marla Marie let go of Tony. "You have a baby?"
"Nah..." Tony frowned. "I mean, yeah, but—"
"You left your child?" Marla Marie's nose wrinkled, and she stepped away from Tony and stood beside Dutch. "What an asshole move, dude. You don't leave your own child. Ever."
"Fuck this, man. I don't need you bitching at me." Tony walked off into the dark.
Dutch cupped the back of Marla Marie's neck and brought her closer, kissing her forehead. He knew the one thing that riled her more than anything. She feared him leaving like her mother had left her. The scars ran deep inside of her.
There was no way she'd tolerate someone who doesn't take care of their offspring. She would rebel against everything Rachel and Skull put on her, but she drew a hard line about children being separated from their mother that went decades past her age.
"Did you know that about Tony, Mar?" asked Alyssa.
She shook her head. "No."
"What a deadbeat." Alyssa slid off the car. "Let's go in and see what's happening."
Marla Marie slipped her fingers into Dutch's hand. "I'm going to stay out here."
Alyssa glanced at Dutch. "Sure?"
"Yeah."
Alyssa stepped closer. "I'm still going to take you home, right?"