Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“Maybe ‘cause Diesel would break that dick off and shove it up the guy’s ass. Any-fuckin’-way, just need an address, phone number and place of employment.” He unfolded himself from the chair. “Thanks, cuz, you’re the best.”
Vi swatted a hand in his direction. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Zeke shot her a big smile and as he headed out the door, he heard, “But no promises!”
Chapter Seven
Kyra pulled the curtain back slightly and saw the lit tip of a cigarette glowing. It arced through the dark and became brighter for a few seconds before dimming again as whatever he was smoking dropped back to his side.
He was waiting.
But he wasn’t the only one.
He waited for her to come out.
She waited for him to leave.
With an annoyed sigh, she dropped the curtain back into place.
He could stand out there until he smoked his last cigarette, or joint, or whatever, then died of dehydration or starvation.
She didn’t care.
The only person she needed to look out for was Ledger.
He was her priority.
And letting Zeke into his life would not be in her son’s best interest. Forget her own. She already got burned once by him and she certainly wasn’t going to let him do it again.
He might be hot, but he was also hot headed.
He might be sexy as fuck, but he was irresponsible.
He might have hips that could move like gentle waves hitting the shore, but…
Damn it. She needed to remain focused on this man’s cons. Not just the fact that he was an ex-con.
He was cocky in high school, and back then she had avoided him like the plague. But she had become close friends with his cousin, Violet, and had known a lot of his family since she swore the Jamisons and Doughertys made up most of the student body.
Once they hit twenty-one, and it was legal for them to drink, Vi talked her into coming to one of the many parties the MC threw.
Of course she went. At that age, she was ready to party and didn’t have a lot of money to do so. So, a free party with music, food, and booze? A no-brainer.
That night she’d had a lot of fun with the bonfire going, the alcohol flowing, and the band, Dirty Deeds, jamming out on stage. She and Violet danced until they were sweating almost as badly as the pig on the rotating spit. They sang at the top of their lungs until their voices were hoarse. Filled their bellies with perfectly roasted pork and all the delicious sides until the waistband on their jeans screamed for mercy.
It had been a total blast.
After that, almost every time the DAMC had a party—which was just about every weekend—she and Vi would go and let loose. Of course, Vi’s father, Diesel, the former sergeant at arms for the club, was overly protective of her and her two younger sisters, so he preferred she party with the club—despite them being bikers and most of them being alpha assholes—because he knew Vi would be safe among them.
Even if she got drunk off her ass, she’d never be roofied. She wouldn’t be raped or assaulted in any way. She wouldn’t even be harassed.
Not if they wanted to continue breathing. Or, if by chance the offender survived, they’d have to spend the rest of their days breathing through a tracheostomy tube.
And if she got too drunk to drive, there were plenty of people to give her a lift. The club was family to Vi, whether by blood or by bond.
Kyra had always been envious of that fact and was thrilled that she had been included.
Plus, the “bad boy” bikers were sure pretty to look at, even if some of them were a little rough around the edges.
Especially the one who pointed his baby blues in her direction one night. The too-hot-for-his-own-good guy she avoided in high school due to him having a playboy reputation with the “ladies.”
Her phone vibrated with a text.
It couldn’t be Zeke because as soon as the first phone call came through a couple of days ago, she blocked him. Despite having a different number and address from the last time she lived in the area, he somehow now had her new information.
Her guess? His cousin and her former friend. Not really former, but once Kyra left town, she ended contact with her because when it came to Violet, she didn’t come alone. The whole MC came along with her.
Including Zeke.
And she had wanted a clean break.
No, not wanted. Needed.
She missed her friend, and maybe one day they’d reconnect, but she’d be pissed if Vi betrayed her by giving Zeke all her info.
She glanced at her phone and saw it was Glen.
Want me to stop over? I can take you and Ledger out for ice cream.
She peeked around the curtain again.