Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
A scream dies out before it even leaves me as Yana and Beast approach. Yana jerks her head toward the exit.
“Gladly!” I shove away from the table and latch onto her arm like a lifeline.
“You okay?” she murmurs as we stalk toward the parking lot.
I roll my shoulders. “Yeah, I'll be fine.”
“Look,” she breathes, halting us mid-stride. “A few of the boys need a place to crash tonight, and...” I glare at her. She can’t be for real.
She pauses. “Okay I know, but it's the club and—”
I wave my hand. “Agh. Fine. But if they break my shit, I'm breaking some nostrils.”
A harsh laugh bursts from her throat. “Deal.” Her brow quirks. “And Hella? Be careful. He's a man-whore who loses interest faster than a kid with ADHD.”
I stare back at her. “I was a kid with ADHD.”
She blinks, no apology.
I sigh as we continue walking. “It's nothing like that. I'm not going to get hurt. We just like annoying each other.”
“I think it's more than that,” Yana says dryly. “You can cut the sexual tension with a knife from a mile away.”
I ignore her comment. It’s the best strategy with Yana. “You can borrow my clothes since I’m gonna guess a lot of yours was in there?” I hitch my thumb toward the clubhouse. The home I was called.
She turns. “A sleepover?”
I follow, looking back at the clubhouse. It’s not too bad. Blew the corner off of the shed. Fixable.
“How fun,” I deadpan.
She bumps my shoulder as we make our way to my car. “Phoebe's pissed because Blake's playing big brother so she won’t be coming back.”
I snort, pulling open the driver's door. “Since forever.”
All the way home, I fixate on the bike trailing us in the side mirror, then the one carving our path ahead. “Yana, they're all going to be hungry.” Beast is at the front, Hella at the back, and Ripper and, I already forgot his name, trailing behind Hella. “I'm a single woman! I have zero food.”
Fifteen minutes later, we crawl out of the drive-through. I spot Beast and Hella lounging against their bikes in a parking space. I flash Beast a smile, then swivel toward Hella. My smile evaporates as my middle finger springs up. His finger shoots back, before his index finger joins it and he spreads them both wide with a flick of his pierced tongue.
Fuck. I’m screwed. So screwed.
Seven
Melissa
My cosy beachside apartment is feeling more like enemy territory with Hella and Beast with us.
I dump our fast-food wrappers in the kitchen trash, acutely aware of Hella's presence as he brushes past, ignoring me completely before continuing to the living room. Perfect. If he acts like I don't exist, maybe I'll survive the night.
A water bottle twists open in my grip before I retreat to my room, rummaging through my wardrobe for clothes Yana can wear. Scorching water burns my skin in the shower, then a tank top and silk pajama shorts slide on, damp waves cascading down my back. The bedroom door opens as Yana leans against the frame.
"The guys are on mattresses and the couch." My head gestures toward my bed.
She watches me. "Coming out? I put on Snatch."
"How can I say no to young Brad Pitt?" I laugh, following her to the living room.
Hella's long legs sprawl across the mattress on the floor while Beast occupies the sofa. Yana climbs beside him, leaving me staring down at Hella, who meets my gaze with his infuriating smirk.
"Nope. I'm going to bed." My heel pivots and I escape to my room, yanking down covers and sliding between fresh sheets. Would take this over awkward shit any day.
My door opens moments later. Hella leans against the frame, closing it behind him with a deliberate click. “What? You'd take my dick, but you won't sit next to me?”
I exhale, my arms landing outside the covers. “What do you want, Hella? Your dick has already gotten me into enough trouble.”
My eyes drag over him. Muscles wrapped in tattoos, basketball shorts hanging dangerously low on defined hipbones. When I raise my gaze, he's sporting that cocky grin that makes me want to both slap him and climb him like a tree.
I glare at him. “Get out.”
He pushes off the door. “Come watch the fucking movie, Melissa. Quit being a little bitch.”
My eyes narrow. “You did not just call me a bitch.”
He shrugs, crossing massive arms over his chest. “I've called you worse in my head.”
My mouth drops open before snapping shut.
He rolls his eyes. “Yana wants you out there, so get the fuck up. I don't want to third-wheel it with them. Or would you rather I get in bed with you here?”
I jump off in a huff. “Fine!” I stalk toward him, jabbing my index finger into his chest and flinch when I almost snap it in half. “Hands to yourself.”