Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
She didn’t kiss like Morwenna either. His Morwenna took her time, she liked the anticipation. This kiss was all tongue, and moving way too fast. The moment he pulled away, he stared at Star, and he wrinkled his nose.
“Get off me.”
They were both naked, and Bolt looked down to see that his dick was still inside her. They were covered in sweat, and the last few hours (or was it days?) had been hazy. He knew it was the drugs, but Star was not wrong in that the drugs made him believe he was with Morwenna.
Only, he’d never fucked Morwenna in the ass, like he had Star. It felt good to at least imagine what Morwenna would do with his dick there. For a long time, he tried to just fuck Star in the ass so he didn’t have to wear a condom or worry about her getting pregnant, but that hadn’t lasted. Staring at where they were joined, he hated himself.
“Get the fuck off me.”
“I have more remedy at my home,” Star said.
“I told you to leave me the fuck alone.”
“You want to be with Morwenna. You’ve got to get me out of this clubhouse, and if you come with me, I’ll give you what you need, and you can be with Morwenna again. I can do this for you.”
Bolt frowned. “Why?”
“Because I love you, Bolt, and I want to be with you, and this is the way I can do it. I’m desperate.”
He didn’t like the sound of that. He was tired.
Closing his eyes, he thought about Morwenna, how beautiful she was, and how he hadn’t been able to see her for so long. She hadn’t smiled at him in a long time. They hadn’t made love, or been together. His wife didn’t want anything to do with him, for good reason. He wasn’t good enough for her, never had been. She deserved someone better.
But that horrible little voice in the back of his mind that he kept on trying to ignore, simply wondered what would the harm be, to have one more try.
****
It was cold out.
Venom sat in the dark, looking toward the gate. In the distance, a couple of the guys had set fire to some trash cans and were enjoying a cold beer and the warmth of the fire. He folded his arms and watched for any threat.
All the time, he thought about Morwenna and how sad she’d looked. It hadn’t been his intention to hurt her. He ran a hand down his face.
“I figured you would still be out here,” Maverick said, taking a drink out of a bottle of whiskey and handing it to him.
He took the bottle, had a small swig, and relished the burn he didn’t actually need, and proceeded to hand it back to him.
“What are you doing?” Maverick asked.
“Watching. Waiting. It’s what they’re going to do. Drive us crazy, until they finally strike. Have you heard from Romano?” Venom asked.
“No, I’ve not heard a word in days.”
“That’s not good,” Venom said.
“I was going to try to keep a positive attitude about the situation.”
Venom smirked, but there was no positive attitude to take for this situation. There was only ... waiting. Silence fell between them, and other than the crackling of the fire and the murmur of voices, there were no other sounds.
“Have you talked to David?” Maverick asked.
“Yes, this morning. I intend to go over there tomorrow.”
“Why wait?” Maverick asked.
Venom turned to look at his Prez. “You want me to go now?”
“We can go now,” Maverick said. “Doing something has got to be better than sitting around on our asses.”
“What about the club?” Venom asked.
“All the guys know what to do, and I need to get out of this clubhouse before I completely lose my mind and start killing people. Especially my son, seeing as he’s back to his old ways and fucking Star.”
Venom didn’t care about Bolt, however, he needed to sign those divorce papers, and he told Maverick as such.
“I know. Trust me, I’ll get him to sign them. I thought he would grow up from this, but it seems that boy is determined not to grow up at all. There is only so much you can do for him. Now, it’s on him.”
Venom moved toward the gate and pulled it open. Maverick was the first to ride through, and Venom joined him. Diesel was finally there to close the gate behind them, and he waved them off. Venom took the lead seeing as he knew the direction he was going.
The ride didn’t take too long, as it was dark, and there was not a lot of traffic on the roads. Maverick kept up with him, and Venom stayed on alert just in case there was someone on their tail.
They arrived at the safe house, owned by the club. The house was in an alias name, not linked to the club, and usually one of their guys outside the club handled all the paperwork, and was paid a small fee to keep the place quiet.