Levy

"Sir, can you tell us what happened please?" A dark-haired woman who stands to my shoulder asks me. She has a friendly yet no-nonsense face.

"I only just arrived when I saw that fucker," she shoots her eyebrows up at me. "Apologies, I mean that man leaning into Harper. He had her pinned to the damn wall." She nods her head and takes a few notes on her small pad. Do they still carry those things around?

"And what happened then?" It's kind of obvious to me what happened then surely, she can see that, I get she's only doing her job right now but my mind is on Harper.

Another female office took her inside and is questioning her in the comfort of her own home. No doubt they will insist she gets checked out. Knowing Harper she will refuse. And I can only imagine that by how her sister is already downstairs with all the commotion outside her house. All I want to do is put my arms around my baby and hold her tightly into my chest to comfort and protect her.

I rake a hand through my hair as she taps her pen on the pad impatiently. They have already dragged the fucker up, handcuffed him and placed him inside the back of the police vehicle. Lights are still flashing and lighting up the whole street.

"I pulled him off her and punched him in the face," I tell her placing my hands in the front pockets of my dark jeans.

"And how often did you hit him, Sir?"

"More than once, you can see that."

She purses her lips. "Listen, fine I pummeled the bastard." And no, I am not going to apologize for swearing at a police officer or any woman of the law. Not when the slimy cunt almost raped and assaulted my girl. Nobody should get away with that.

"He deserved it, he had his cock out and was going to assault her. What do you think I was going to do? Stand there and let it happen? She's a young woman. As far as I am concerned, he deserved what he got. I hope you can put him away for a while, he shouldn't be roaming the streets."

"That, Sir will be for us to decide. However, I should imagine he's got a record a mile or two long. It's unlikely he'll be out for a while. We'll be holding on to him."

I nod, "good because he better not come anywhere near these girls again. What he did is disgusting. Are you going to charge me for assault and battery?"

She finally gives me a chuckle, deep and throaty. "Nah, slimeballs like that deserve a few punches. Better from you than from me. I don't take kindly to young women being preyed on by predators like that. You didn't hear that from me though, you got it?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

She folds her pad closed and sticks the pen in her shirt pocked by her left breast. "We're done. I'm assuming you will want to check in on the young lady."

"You got it, she's my, er..." I don't exactly know what I should call Harper. Is she my girlfriend? Is she more than my girlfriend?

"No problems. I will check with my colleague first that she's finished with the questions. If Harper doesn't want to go to the hospital which we suggest she does, she needs someone to stay with her this evening. After cases like this sometimes, well you get my drift, right?"

Fuck, I didn't even think what could happen. "I understand. She can stay with me and bring her sister over too. I have enough room in my house," I say as I point to my property across the road.

"Good, we know she'll be safe with you. We have your details and my partner in the vehicle has run your background check. You check out and have a thumbs up."

Well, that's a relief. There are some dark and buried things in my past, who hasn't got that in the biker world? So long as there were no red flags we're all good.

"Dad, Dad," I hear Dylan's voice. As I look up I can see him running across the street in his pajama bottoms and his grey college hoodie. "What's going on?"

"This your kid, Sir?" The female officer asks.

"Yes, this is Dylan my son."

"Okay well, Sir we bid you a good night. Make sure you take care of those two girls. I'd say to keep an eye on Harper for a minimum of forty-eight hours." She nods politely and steps inside Harper and Taylor's house to check with her colleague.

"What's going on? What happened?" Dylan's voice is flooded with concern. "Why the hell are there cop cars and an ambulance outside Harper's house?"

I get myself together, to be honest I am still in shock having seen a man pinning my girl to the wall with his fucking cock out ready to harm her. I shudder as I clench my fists by my side. Fuck me I could punch a hole in the wall right now.

I let out a long breath, how do you tell your son that his ex-girlfriend was threatened and almost molested? His eyes are scanning my face, and so I tell him.

He doesn't say a thing as he keeps his hands shoved in the front pouch of his hoodie. When I'm done, he looks up at me. "You should have fucking finished that cunt off, Dad." My thoughts exactly and I dare say if Harper hadn't have stepped in, I would not have been able to stop myself.

"Let's go inside, Harper and Taylor will be staying with us for a few days. I need you to help get them organized and bring them over whilst I go back after I've checked on Harper. I need to put fresh sheets on the beds in the two guest rooms."

He nods solemnly. We enter the house; the air hangs heavy. My heart aches for my girl as I see her tear-stained face, her red eyes and the way her hands are clasped tightly together, the fingers interlaced. Taylor has an arm around her older sister. The female office who interviewed me gives me a curt nod and begins to move away.

The other female officer with dark-blonde hair in a pony gives me a nod too. "We're done here. Harper has refused to go to the hospital. Take good care of her and we'll deal with the perp. Anything you need this is my card." She hands me a cream card with black writing on it and the station details.

"Thanks, I'll call if we need anything. I'm available any time if you need to ask more questions."

"We appreciate that, Sir." They leave and as soon as they do, Harper stands and rushes into my arms. Over the top of her head, I see Dylan giving us a look which in all honesty I cannot interpret.

Taylor rubs Harper's back as her sister lets it all out, soaking my T-shirt with her tears. I feel fucking useless and helpless right now and so out of my league with anything like this.

"Taylor, can you come help me pack some bits up for yourself and Harper please to take to Dad's," Dylan says softly. Taylor nods and kisses Harper's back before following Dylan upstairs.

"It's going to be alright, baby. I promise you. Not tonight, or tomorrow, hell probably not for a long while. But trust me, baby one day it will." I kiss the top of her head; her crying has calmed down as she lets out a sigh.

"You and Taylor are coming to stay with Dylan and I for a few days. I'll get new locks put on the doors for you and I'm installing cameras and downloading the app to your mobile. You are never to walk home ever again on your own. Do you hear me, sweetheart?"

She nods. I know I shouldn't be laying down the law right now, but fuck, I can't risk anything happening to Harper. She's ingrained in my heart right now, we're a tapestry put together, our strands blending as one.