Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Frootloop didn’t reply which was smart, but damn if he didn’t look like he either wanted to punch Hacksaw or pee his pants.
“Maddox’s after the rally point,” Widower called out to everyone.
“Good,” Rage called out to no one in particular. “Haven’t touched Maddox’s girls in a bit.”
I shook my head, “damn brother. You think with your dick all the fuckin’ time. One day you’re gonna either get shot, or you’re dick’s gonna fall off.”
“Then I’ll die happy that my dick got wet regardless,” he fired back.
“Crazy motherfucker.”
The feel of someone watching me crept over my body. I looked to see Tiny emerging with his piece trailing him a half-step behind. She didn’t quite meet anyone’s eyes, but she had glanced around before locking back on me.
She was taking us in.
Soft, she might be.
Stupid she was not.
She touched Tiny’s arm before he mounted his bike, he leaned down and said something low that only she could hear. She responded and his expression shifted. It was a fraction but enough to tell me there was something more there than a fuck.
I pulled my gloves on the familiar stretch of the leather over my knuckles felt like an awakening. The fatigue of a crying puppy gone and in its place the freedom to ride giving me life.
“We ride in groups of five all different routes. Keep it tight, keep it fast. Everyone knows where to meet.”
One by one engines started up, the atmosphere filling with the growl of our machines. I slid my shades into place giving one last glance to Tiny’s new attraction. She stood on the edge of the lot, hands clasped in front of her like she was whispering a prayer as she watched him like he was a movie star.
Soft.
Too soft for our world. She was definitely hiding something.
If she stuck around, it was bound to come out.
It always did.
The rumble of pipes filled the air as we pulled off the highway and into the back lot of Maddox’s. Asphalt was hot like the sticky summer heat that clung to your skin after the wind from a ride. We’d just finished a smooth club run. No trouble, no tails, everyone accounted for and money in my pocket.
Engines cut out one by one, the lot eventually going quiet except for the ticking of the cooling metal and occasional rousing of one of the brothers to another. Maddox’s neon sign flickered out front. The smell of exhaust mixed with dumpster trash and the stale beer that always seemed to leak out of the club’s back door.
I noticed, though, Tiny pulled in, gave a quick chat with K-9 before pulling off instead of staying with the club.
“The hell’s goin’ on with Tiny? Why did he take off?” I asked DK as I climbed off my bike.
“Don’t know,” he said looking to the rear brake light of Tiny’s bike as he pulled out. “Not like him to not even step inside.”
“Nope,” I responded keeping my eyes on the space Tiny just pulled off from. “We just rode two hours, flawless run, and he bailed before tits hit his face. That is definitely not Tiny.”
Beyond that, he didn’t look back, throw up a hand, or crack a joke. He pulled out with gravel crunching under his tires. Dk let out a low whistle as he dismounted but also kept his gaze where the rearview light was no longer in focus.
“Yeah, that’s different.”
We fell in step with one another heading to the side door of the club as our usual entrance. The bass was already thumping through the brick walls.
“You know something I don’t?” I asked him watching the side eyeing smirk he gave back.
“Possibly.”
“Don’t give me some cryptic shit, brother. What the fuck is up with Tiny?”
He gave me a slow, lazy grin. “Our boy might be locked down tight on some cunt.”
“Guess he likes to mix business and pleasure.”
It was my turn to side-eye. “What?”
“Met her at the Velvet Inn.”
“She a guest? He’s always all business about the Velvet.”
“Sure,” DK drawled out. “He does more than check the books. Lyric is there. She was one of the employees he had that weren’t bunnies. Trades out some of her work for a room. Her and her cousin. Started out sharing a room, now Tiny done gave Lyric her own room. She’s basically available anytime for him and brother seems to like that.”
I frowned, the name sounding familiar as I had heard it in passing, but I did not know the face.
“Pretty little thing, sharp tongue if she feels caged. She laughs at his dumb jokes and that apparently is all it took.”
I huffed out a laugh, “you’re telling me Tiny’s skipping naked women and free whiskey for a clerk?”
Dk’s grin widened. “Not just skipping. Man’s acting and talking like it’s serious.”
That single word landed heavier than I expected. Serious wasn’t necessarily a regular thing in our world. We did hookups, warm bodies, and the occasional few who landed an old lady who could handle the life. But Tiny, that man was married to the club and not anyone or anything else.”