I Dare You To Meet Me
Chapter 3

I had been officially dating Demian “Hades” White for almost three months, four months since I met him, and almost five since living in California.

My parents still didn’t know I had a hot biker dude as my boyfriend, and I didn’t know when I would stop being a chicken to confess to them.

These months at my man’s side, (because yes, he was only mine), had been amazing, he treated me like a queen, respected my decisions and gave me my space. He always looked out for me, picked me up after school every day without exception and dropped me off a block away from the building where I lived and wouldn’t leave until he was sure I was safe inside.

His messages wishing me sweet dreams were the last thing I saw, and he would wake me up with his good wishes for the day. He was so cute when he put his mind to it, although it wasn’t all roses, we had already fought several times over jealousy, Demian was damn jealous and possessive of every specimen of the male gender that came near me. I would tell him he was paranoid to which he would just k**s me passionately until my legs shook and tell me he wasn’t going to let just any idiot near his wife.

I was completely in love with him, and I don’t care that people say you can’t love someone in such a short time, because I already did, Demian White had come into my life to steal my heart, and I knew I would never love anyone else like I loved him . He had become a very important pillar for me, and I could only dread the moment when I would tell him that my exchange year was over and that I had to return to Russia to my parents’ side to take my place as the heiress of the big oil company Kozlov’s Inc.

Just as I had not yet told my parents about Demian, I had not told my hot and handsome boyfriend that I was the daughter of one of the richest men in all of Russia, I felt guilty about that lie, but I was afraid that when he found out he would walk away from me or treat me differently. So in compensation for my lack of answers about why I didn’t tell my family about our relationship, (something that also caused us to argue from time to time), I never demanded an explanation from him about all the biker club stuff he was Vice President of, no matter how much I was dying of curiosity, I kept quiet so I wouldn’t look like a hypocrite asking for answers I wasn’t willing to give.

Demian had taken me to the clubhouse since our first date, where he introduced me to all his acquaintances by their road names, (Bullet, Posion, Bloody, among others), it wasn’t until several weeks later when we officially became a couple that I earned the right to know their real names and the club’s general data.

For example.

A motorcycle club was like a small government, where, the one in charge was the President or Prez as everyone called him, it was he who made most of the decisions about the “affairs” of the club.

The Prez had several important delagates that helped him oversee those matters, there was the Trail Boss, the Treasurer, the Sergeant at Arms, the Intelligence Officer, the Enforcer, and the Vice President or VP. My Demian was the VP, his father was the Prez and his great-great grandfather had been the Prez and one of the founders of the club.

Within the club there were several categories, there were the regular men who were called members or brothers, and the aspiring members who were called prospects. When one of the members decided to settle down and start a family, instead of getting married they would give their letters to the woman of their choice, and these would be called Old Ladies or VD. Giving their letters meant that the girl or woman would bring a leather vest with the logo and name of the club while saying “Property of…” and the name of the member or brother she was with, this was the idea of marriage they had.

There weren’t many DV’s at the club, as the brothers preferred just nights of no-strings-attached, no-strings-attached s*x, and that’s what the sweet asses were for, basically they were sluts who would sleep with any brother who got in front of them hoping and wishing that one would give them their lyrics. They tended the club bar among other things and in exchange for that they had a place to sleep inside the clubhouse.

Whenever I would go they would always annihilate me with their eyes and I would make sure to keep MY man well away from their cat-like claws in heat.

I met my boyfriend’s father on the night we became an official couple, Adam Zeus Black, he was identical to Demian, or rather, Demian was identical to him, the only difference being that my father-in-law, (it was weird to call him that), was clearly older than his son, and his arms were free of ink. I also learned that his mother was a sweet a*s and had abandoned them when Demian was born.

Bitch.

I had learned so many things about this world that I wasn’t even aware of their existence, and that I still didn’t know for sure what the hell it meant to be part of the club and what they did for a living.

I knew that they owned several businesses in the city, several clubs, bars, and even mechanic shops, but a sixth sense told me that that was not all. Even with all the curiosity in the world I had not dared to ask my boyfriend more about his business, besides I doubted he would answer me.

For if one thing had become clear to me, it was that the club is a family, and family is not betrayed, which Demian would do if he revealed this kind of information to me.

I only hoped that the secrets we both had for each other would not end up destroying our relationship.

For I no longer knew what it was like to live without my hot biker.