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)
“Yeah, why not.” Fuck it. Gonna need a drink to calm myself down before Melissa gets back here, anyway.
With a wave of a hand, she gestures to the girls behind her. “Jizzy, Harley, Precious, and Cherry.”
I pause, my eyes drifting to the collection of women she's just introduced, taking a moment to study each face. The names roll around in my head, and one in particular makes me do a double-take. “Jizzy?” I ask, unable to keep the snark tone out of my voice as I focus on a petite brunette with heavily lined eyes and a nose ring.
Jizzy rolls her eyes. She’s probably heard every reaction to her name.
Annoyance flashes across her features before she pivots away with an exaggerated sigh, boots clicking against worn wood as she stalks toward the bar.
I can't help myself. A genuine laugh bursts out of me, rough and amused. “Seriously? Jizzy?” I repeat, shaking my head as I watch her retreat. “That's really what we're going with here?”
I leave it alone. Guess I can't talk. I mean... Hella? Shit bet everyone thinks it has something to do with Hell. All dark and mysterious. Really, it's short for Hella problems.
Jizzy settles onto a barstool with the girls trailing behind, so Ripper and I follow suit. Ashley claims the seat next to me while Old Fella shoots us a judgmental look. Fucker has side-eyed me since all the shit went down with Melissa. He’s a founding member, but a retired one, so he does all the hang around shit here.
I wave my hand. “Just pour the drinks, old man.”
Ashley shifts her gaze toward me, Ripper lounging on my other side, the tension tight. “So, why has my daddy dearest called you boys in?” She asks, her curiosity tinged.
“You seem so sure that this has to do with your dad and not a kidnapping.” I smirk around the rim of my glass, removing my cap and flipping it backwards. Her eyes follow me and Ripper.
“I was kidding,” I continue flatly. “We'll have to wait until Beast comes back to see what our next move is with you.” I down a hefty gulp of my drink.
Her fingertips trail across my denim, climbing toward my belt buckle. She cocks her head, those brown eyes scanning my expression. “It's been a long day.” Her voice drops to a whisper. “What'd you say?”
I pause and study her closely, letting my gaze drift over her features. She's hot, there's no denying that, but not in a way that will have my cock straining against my jeans.
I chuckle, the sound rough and humourless as I take another drink, savouring the burn down my throat. “We've had some news come up just thirty minutes before you walked your ass through that door,” I explain, my voice carrying an edge of tension. “So I'm not really in the mood.”
Ripper snorts from his seat. “Not in the mood?”
I kick his foot to shut him the fuck up and bring my eyes back to Ashley.
“All the more reason to get your dick sucked though, right?” She answers sweetly, running her tongue across her bottom lip.
I let my eyes roam over her body once more. Their club vests are cute, barely covering their belly, and doing an excellent job at displaying their tits. Some fake, some natural. They probably all work out the same as the brothers and I do. Probably too much for my taste. Kind of like mine with some fucking recoil when you tap it.
Regardless, none of them are gonna do it for me. Fuck. What the fuck am I even saying.
I clear my throat, fishing a joint from my pocket and sparking it up. “Sweetheart, you wrap those pretty lips around my cock right now, it ain't gonna be your face I'm thinking about when I blow my load down your throat. Still eager to climb on?”
Ripper loses his shit, laughing from his spot.
Ashley glares, snatching her glass of whiskey from the bar. “Then, no, I take that back.” Pretty sure she mumbles some shit like fucking bikers under her breath.
Twenty-One
Melissa
I'm pacing frantically across my living room when there's a knock at the door. My heart hammers against my ribs as I glance at Millie and Chase sitting on the sofa. Chase arrived just two minutes ago. God, the timing couldn't be worse. I can't freak him out, not now, so here I am, trying to scramble together some explanation for why I need to disappear up north.
“Chase?” I say, my voice coming out shakier than intended.
He looks up at me. “Yeah?”
Another knock on the door, and Millie raises both brows at me. God, they're here already. I need to get Chase out before this gets complicated.
I blurt out the first thing that comes into my head, throwing Yana under. “I have to go to Tāwaha to help Yana with her wedding.” The lie tastes like nothing.