Biker Daddy Bodyguard, 3
Mo is content with the quiet life. Once upon a time he had his happy ever after, but that ended. Now he’s being asked to guard an ego-driven businessman who has no idea how much danger he’s in. He should say no.
A successful CEO, Joseph is used to most people saying yes. He’s not convinced ‘yes’ is in this bodyguard’s vocabulary. Every decision he makes, Mo vetoes. Joseph is furious. He’s the one in charge. Isn’t he?
They are dealing with escalating danger and increasing tension between them. Joseph is convinced he’s a Daddy. Mo knows Joseph is a boy. Will Mo keep Joseph safe and show him his true place?
A bodyguard/age play/daddy gay romance. The third in Sue Brown's Biker Daddy Bodyguards series.
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Joseph ran his finger around the rim of his cup. “That’s just it, I know my reputation. I know I upset people. But most tell me to fuck off. Cutting the brakes to my car, burning my house down, and bombing people…” Joseph shook his head. “That requires a degree of hatred which I’ve never seen from anyone. It’s personal and I don’t know why.”
Joseph was very perceptive. That’s the first thing Mo had thought about when he looked at the list of incidents. All of it was aimed at Joseph. Somebody had a serious grudge.
“One of the things I need you to do today is make a list of everyone you’ve upset, however trivial.”
“I hope you’ve got a large pad of paper,” Joseph said dryly.
The room went silent.
“Remember you’re a Holden. Never let another man tell you what to do.”
His father’s words rang in Joseph’s ears as they had done since he had sat an eight-year-old Joseph down in his study and told him that one day he would be the head of a great empire.
Yet he’d sat like a kid, his cheeks flaming, because some yeti off the mountains had ordered him to. He knew he’d made a huge mistake. He’d lost face in front of a room full of alpha men. He could see that in the smug expressions in the room. Now he’d have to work twice as hard to regain the power.
He was the client, the top dog in the room. Correction. He should have been the top dog. He was the billionaire; they were merely muscle. So why did he feel like a kid playing dress up in his father’s shoes?
Biker Daddy Bodyguards
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