Victor, p.1
Victor, page 1

Kinky Saints MC 4
Victor
[Siren Classic: BDSM, (DD/lg), Contemporary, Small town, MF, HEA]
Bartender Dori James was struggling to keep her head above water. Juggling two jobs she was exhausted and barely making ends meet. After yet another proposal from a drunk bar patron, Victor Santi sweeps into her life and she finds she likes the way he takes over.
A Daddy Dom, Victor has been watching Dori since she started working at Saints and knows she is the Little for him. When she collapses, he steps in and takes over as her new Daddy. When her apartment is condemned and she is evicted, he moves her in with him. A force to be reckoned with in the legal world, Victor has a hard time sharing his plans and designs with Dori.
Can Victor find a way to communicate with the Little bartender? Will she allow him the total control over her life that he wants? Will Dori fit in with the rest of the Kinky Saints MC Littles?
Length: 28,000 words
VICTOR
Kinky Saints MC 4
Cooper McKenzie

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Victor
Copyright © 2020 by Cooper McKenzie
ISBN: 978-1-64637-099-3
First Publication: February 2020
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Cooper McKenzie always thought she had been born a hundred years too late, though she appreciates air conditioning, computers, and other conveniences of modern-day life. She lives in central Texas with her mixed breed companion, Honey, the Princess Fuzzybutt.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
VICTOR
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
VICTOR
Kinky Saints MC 4
COOPER MCKENZIE
Copyright © 2020
Chapter One
“Dori, will you marry me?” The question was asked in a loud enough voice that everyone in the bar area went silent as they waited for the woman’s response.
Victor Santi scowled as Andy Marx, a regular at Saints, followed up his half-drunk proposal by leaning over the bar far enough to grab the bartender’s wrist. He was so far out of line that Victor slipped off his barstool in preparation for battle. He wasn’t sure what he would do once he reached the area of the bar where the little drama was playing out. After all, Nonna had taught all her grandsons that a gentleman did not start fights, but if provoked, her boys ended them as quickly as possible.
Victor then reminded himself that he was an attorney and not a bar brawler. He used his legal skills to help people out of tough situations. Though there had been times he, his brother Theo, and their four cousins stepped in to physically deal with situations, he preferred using the letter of the law in his battles.
Grinding his teeth, he watched as Dori eased her arm from the man’s clutches. She then returned to pouring shots of whiskey for Andy and his friends.
“I’m sorry, Andy, but I’m afraid you’re not my type,” Dori said with a smile as she delivered the drinks. “But thanks for asking. You’ve just made my night.”
Andy looked at his friends, then he and his friends chuckled as they clinked their shot glasses together in a toast. The other two men each handed Andy money, as if paying up a bet. Andy then handed Dori more than enough money to pay for the drinks. When she tried to return his change, Andy waved her off, so she dropped his change in the tip jar with a smile and murmured, “Thank you.”
Dori then moved down the bar, checking in with the others to make sure everyone was happy.
Victor stood frozen and frowning, stunned that the woman had not only dealt with the obviously tipsy man, but had left him acting like a teenage girl whose celebrity crush had smiled in her direction. It took another moment to realize that he’d heard her words before. Dori used those same words and gentle smile to turn down everyone who came on to her, male or female. It didn’t matter if they wanted to marry her, date her, or just buy her a drink, she turned everyone down and left them smiling.
He wondered if it was because she had someone waiting for her at home, or if she really wasn’t interested. He wanted to claim the woman as his own, but fought his dominant, take-charge nature in the hopes the woman would come on to him. It hadn’t happened yet, but Victor remained hopeful.
Thing was, he wanted more than just a date with the beautiful redhead. He wanted everything. His vision of their future together included Dori in his arms, in his bed, in his ropes, and not necessarily in that order. He wanted to be her everything.
A hand slapping the back of his head jerked him out of his frozen state. Then his cousin, Lazarus, said in a low tone so only Victor could hear, “If you’re not going to claim that Little girl for your own, don’t get pissy when others try to take her home with them.”
Victor growled in response to his cousin’s too-perceptive comment even if his cousin was right. It was time he stepped up and made his interest known to Dori, preferably before someone else snatched her up. Since the day she had started working at Saints Bar and Grill six months earlier, Victor had known in his gut and heart that the little ginger-haired beauty was meant to be his.
Glaring over his shoulder, Victor replied between teeth gritted tight, “And how do you suggest I claim her? I can’t just throw her over my shoulder and carry her out of here at closing time, now can I?”
Laz’s easy-going grin widened and his shoulders came up in a nonchalant shrug. “Why not? It would not only get her attention, but would also let everyone else know that you’re serious about the girl.”
Victor’s jaw twitched as his cousin slapped the back of his shoulder, before moving away to make the rounds of the family’s bar. Once Laz was gone, Victor turned his attention back to the woman behind the bar who held his attention even after all these months. It surprised him because most women he’d dated were unable to hold his interest for longer than a month. Nonna said it was because he was holding out for the right woman. His cousins claimed it was because he was fickle and waiting for an angel of a woman who didn’t exist.
From everything Victor had seen over the past six months, Dori was the woman he’d been searching for. And, from the neon orange sneakers with the bright purple laces she wore with her black jeans and Saints B&G T-shirt, to the bright red backpack she carried with the half dozen small stuffed animals hanging from it, the woman was definitely a Little, even if she was an Air Force veteran.
All Victor had to figure out was whether or not she already had a Daddy. Was that why she turned everyone down no matter what they suggested? Or was she just a woman who embraced her Little side and didn’t give a shit what the rest of the world thought and really wasn’t interested in dating?
Sipping at his draft beer, Victor kept watching as Dori worked her magic behind the bar. She mixed drinks with the ease of a master, welcomed new customers with a smile that never wavered, and made sure everyone, from the waitresses to Andy and his crew, had what they needed.
Over the past few weeks, Victor had begun to wonder if Dori was even human. The happy smile she wore from the moment she walked into the building remained firmly in place until she walked out again at the end of each night. Victor knew that for a fact, because he had taken to spending his Friday nights, after the Santi family dinner, sitting at the end of the bar, enthralled by the woman and her actions.
Victor frowned with concern when Dori turned to the cash register, then froze. She dropped her head and grabbed the edge of the counter before swaying like a reed in a high wind as if she were sick or dizzy or something. From where Victor sat, even her ever-present smile dropped away, and she looked to be in pain.
It only lasted a few seconds and then she took a deep breath, and forced her lips to curve back up into her trademark smile. Raising her head, she returned to serving her customers as if nothing had just happened.
As Dori worked her way back toward him, Victor studied the woman a little more closely. For the first time he noticed dark smudges under her eyes that had not been there the week before. He also noticed her jeans were hanging looser around the hips and thighs instead of skintight as they had when she’d first started working there. Som ething was going on with the woman and Victor decided it was time to find out what.
Catching Laz’s eye, he gave his cousin a frown and head tilt. The man headed in his direction as soon as he finished his conversation with a customer.
“You summoned?” Laz asked once he was beside Victor.
“Something’s wrong with Dori. Cover for her while I figure out what’s going on,” Victor said as he flipped up the counter apron beside him so his cousin could get behind the bar.
Laz smirked at him as he moved past. “You do realize that I, not you, run this bar, don’t you? And that you’re an attorney, not a physician?”
“Then you should have noticed that your best bartender is working herself into the ground,” Victor growled softly as Laz waved Dori over.
“Yes, boss. What’s up?”
“I’ll cover for a while. You look like you could use a break,” Laz said after he spent a moment studying the woman.
Laz then met Victor’s concerned gaze and nodded that he now saw what Victor did.
Something was definitely wrong with Dori.
* * * *
“I’m fine,” Dori James said automatically.
At the same time, she kicked herself for not eating the peanut butter and raisin sandwich she’d brought with her for dinner. But as usual, despite her best efforts, she had been running late from her day job at the hotel because her replacement had been late. She’d ended up racing across town as fast as she could. At least tonight, Laz had been busy in his office and hadn’t been at the time clock to check his watch and give her a raised eyebrow when Dori slipped in the back door three minutes late instead of her usual ten minutes earlier.
“No, you’re not, Little girl,” Laz’s cousin, Victor, responded with a frown. “You’re pale and I saw you fighting to stay on your feet a minute ago. You need to take a break. Come on, let’s go raid the kitchen and find something to eat. Then you can sit down for a few minutes and rest.”
Dori stared at the big hand the attorney held out, but didn’t take it. So many thoughts raced through her brain she grew dizzy from them. How did Victor know her most secret wish was to be Little again? Would the man’s knowledge of her sexual preference cost Dori her job?
She couldn’t lose her job, not now. She’d already downsized from the two-bedroom apartment her former Daddy had rented them when they had moved to Georgetown to a studio apartment on the sketchy side of town. Even with her savings from the military, without both jobs, and as many jobs with the caterer she bartended for whenever she could squeeze them in, she was on the verge of being evicted.
If she lost this job, she would have to sell the last few pieces of furniture and move into her car, which wasn’t big enough to live in. Though it was fall, it was still too hot in central Texas to be living on the streets.
Dori frowned as Victor’s hand began to swim and distort in front of her. All at once, she did not have the strength to lift her hand and place it in his. In the next instant, her knees collapsed, her eyes fluttered closed, and everything went black.
* * * *
Victor had been watching the woman closely, so when her eyes rolled up in her head and then her knees buckled, he caught her before she could hit the floor, easily lifting her into his arms.
He met Laz’s worried gaze and said, “We’ll be in your office.”
His cousin nodded then turned his attention to his customers, who were watching the drama in stunned silence.
Victor backed through the swinging door that led to the back area of the restaurant. Stopping at the kitchen doorway, he barked an order for two dinners to be brought to Laz’s office ASAP. The cook looked his way, saw Dori in his arms, and nodded before calling out orders of his own to the kitchen staff.
By the time Victor reached his cousin’s office just down the hall, Dori had opened her eyes, and stared up at him with that big, silvery-blue gaze of hers. He smiled at her, holding her tighter when she tried to wiggle her way free.
“I can walk, you know.”
“Relax, Little girl. I’ve got you,” he said.
Stepping into Laz’s office, he nudged the door closed behind him. Then he carried her to the couch across the room. Instead of laying her on the leather couch, he sat down and cuddled her in his lap. It felt good to hold her, but it was time to find out a few things about the woman.
“What happened?” she asked before he could start his own interrogation.
“You fainted. I caught you. Now we’re going to have dinner and talk while you rest a bit,” Victor answered easily. He only hoped he got the answers he wanted so he could finally make the move he’d been dreaming of for the past few months.
“I can’t have dinner with you. I need to get back to work,” Dori argued as she tried to climb out of his arms.
Problem was, Victor would not let her go. He held her securely on his lap until she stopped squirming and looked at him. “Please release me,” she said, her voice dropping to a range that might warn drunks she was on the edge, but Victor just thought it was an additional facet of cuteness for the petite bartender.
“Do you have a husband? A boyfriend? A Daddy waiting at home for you?” Victor asked, ignoring her request.
She felt so good in his arms he did not want to let her go, even though it would be the proper thing to do. He just wished his cock would settle down and allow him to think instead of demanding he whisk her away to the closest bed he could find. He needed answers first—well, that, and for her to agree to be his.
Dori dropped her head, then turned it so she no longer looked at him. She was facing Laz’s desk when she whispered, “No, no, and my old Daddy moved to Brazil seven months ago. He didn’t take me with him because he said he no longer wanted to be with an old woman who acted like a child. I had just enough money saved up to go to bartending school and then I started working as a bartender.”
Though his grandmother had taught him better, Victor could not hold back the string of curses that exploded from his lips. “That stupid ass motherfucking sonofabitch. He should never have been allowed to call himself a Daddy. Though I have to say I should probably send him a thank you note for leaving you behind. Otherwise I’d never be able to claim you for my own Little girl.”
Chapter Two
Dori swung her head around to look at Victor so fast that she swayed with dizziness. “What did you say?”
Victor could not have said what she just heard. No man wanted a nearly forty-year-old woman who preferred to watch cartoons, color, and slept with a stuffed animal. At least no man she knew, though the women the Santi men had been claiming recently made her think maybe they were a different breed of men.
The big, gorgeous black-haired man who held her easily in his lap smiled at her as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I said that as much as I’d like to beat the man senseless, I should probably send him a thank you note. If you were still his Little girl, I wouldn’t be able to claim you for my own.”
“Claim me? For your own what?” she asked with a frown.
Before he could answer, someone knocked three times on the door before pushing it open. “Hope you’re not doing anything you shouldn’t be,” Laz quipped as he pushed his way into the room carrying three glasses full of ice and what appeared to be iced tea.
One of the cook’s helpers followed him with a tray holding several plates, which she unloaded onto Laz’s desk without a word. She kept her head down as if afraid to look at anyone. A moment later, she disappeared out the door while Laz settled into the big leather executive chair behind his desk.
“Come and eat, you two, and fill me in on why Dori collapsed,” Laz said as he picked up a curly fry from the large pile on one plate.
Dori tried to scramble off Victor’s lap, but he refused to release her. Instead, he stood and carried her across the room and sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk.
Once seated, with her arranged on his lap, Victor picked up a chicken strip and handed it to her. “Eat, princess.”
