Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
“Lana and Alena both keep rooms here. They haven’t used them in a long while. Alena has a small apartment here as well. One of those rooms may suit you better. Cleaner. Let me get that situated.”
“I would appreciate it.”
Lyric was Lyric. She knew exactly what he was concerned about, but she wasn’t sarcastic. She really was appreciative. Bog. He loved her. That was the bottom line. He was so in love with her, and whenever he thought he couldn’t love her more, he found he was wrong.
“I’ll take care of that.”
Seychelle put a hand on his arm as he started to rise. “Did you hear the news this morning?” Seychelle asked, keeping her voice low. “Five dead bodies were found in one of the local Airbnbs, a place on the edge of the Pygmy Forest. It had been rented to some billionaire. He was head of a huge corporation.”
Lyric glanced up at Keys. He knew he wore his expressionless mask, which probably told her more than if he’d just confessed everything to her.
“Keys,” Seychelle continued, holding him there, “it was weird because Declan and Co. Corporation had five owners. All five were killed within a day of each other. One of them was in prison, and he was stabbed to death. It gives me the creeps to know it happened so close to us.”
“You know you’re safe, Seychelle,” Keys reassured her, keeping his voice gentle. “Savage will only be gone for a short time. The compound will be closed, and we’ll have men here watching over you.”
A little shiver went through Seychelle, and Anya immediately put her arm around her. “Lissa and Scarlet will be with us, Seychelle,” she assured her. “Why are you so worried?”
“To have murders like that so close to us is upsetting,” Seychelle answered. “I’m still so weak after the blood loss, and if you all had to run, I’d only hold you back.”
Keys stood up. “You tell Savage you’re feeling so vulnerable?”
Lyric’s gaze met his. She got that he wasn’t just talking to Seychelle. If the women had any concerns, he believed they needed to express those worries to their men. It was a reminder to her, and being Lyric, she understood.
“Seychelle?” he persisted when his inquiry was met with silence.
“He was very busy,” she muttered. She tipped her face up toward his, wearing an expression of defiance. “I feel like I’m the only woman married to one of you who constantly needs looking after. It’s a little humiliating.”
Savage, you need to hear this. He reached out to his brother. Savage wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for Seychelle, and every member of the club knew it.
She gestured around the room where Torpedo Ink brothers were removing their colors and doing their best to look like men who built houses and worked on vehicles. Not a single one wore motorcycle boots.
“Everyone pulls their weight regardless of whether they are male or female. But here I sit, deadweight, everyone waiting on me.”
Keys shook his head. “Babe, that is one fucked-up view you have of yourself, and it doesn’t even begin to come close to the truth. You’re one of our greatest assets. And, woman, even if you weren’t able to do everything you do, loving Savage is what is needed more than anything else. No one else would ever love him the way you do.”
Lyric had that look on her face, the one that said she thought he was the best man in the world. Seychelle looked at Savage the same way.
She’s upset because she thinks I want a baby. I don’t know where she got that idea, but she’s certain I need a kid. She’s equally certain she can’t have children.
Savage was already on the move, coming from the back toward them. As he did, Ice and Soleil entered. Ice brought Soleil over to the circle of chairs and reintroduced her to Lyric. She’d been introduced once at the grand opening of the salon. He knew Lyric thought Soleil was beautiful and a perfect “biker babe,” something she didn’t believe about herself. He wanted to point out to her how everyone had their own insecurities.
Savage pulled Seychelle’s thighs apart and knelt between them. “Seychelle, baby, you’re going to have to get over this nonsense, or I’m going to have to put the smackdown on Reaper.”
Anya giggled and clapped her hand over her mouth. Savage glared at her. “I blame you too, you little sex maniac.” He framed Seychelle’s face. “Reaper is all about sex. Anya claims she wants a baby, but what she really wants is for Reaper to fuck her every fifteen minutes. She’s been watching those nature programs on lions. Naturally, he’s all about obliging. We don’t need an excuse. I’m all in—just crook your little finger.”
Soleil nearly fell off her chair laughing. “You sound just like Ice. You do know there are other reasons to have sex.”