Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“You never do.”
The fact she’s obviously been watching me for a while should make me shut this down. But I’m too distracted by the way she bites into her cushiony lips to worry.
Both me and my dick.
Paw interrupts and leans over my shoulder. “I’m heading back to the clubhouse. Don’t forget to pick up tonight’s check from Oscar on the way out.”
Behind him, the girl in the Ramones T-shirt is licking her lips as she checks out his ass.
“I’ll catch you later,” I say to him.
“I won’t wait up.” His eyes bounce between Rory and me, then he leans down and whispers, “Remember, if she wants to spank you, let her.” Straightening, he gives me a wink and walks out with his new friend.
When I look back at Rory, her big blue eyes are watching me as if she’s trying to figure something out. Then her lips go over the straw in her drink, and a new wave of heat hits me.
“Listen, there’s something I want to talk to you about,” she says as she finishes her drink and puts the glass on the bar. “I have an offer.”
My eyebrow goes up. “What kind of offer.”
“Maybe we could go somewhere a little more private to talk?”
Christ, I’m so tempted.
I picture dragging my tongue along the smooth contours of her throat, and my cock busts against my zipper.
“I need help with something, and I have a feeling you’re the man for the task.”
Our eyes lock.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, but it’s dirty work,” she rasps.
I want to look away but I can’t.
“Dirty is good,” I say roughly.
The ways she bites into her lip is tantalizing.
“I think you’ll find it very satisfying,” she whispers.
I fight back a groan because I’m one more lip bite away from crashing my lips to hers. “I can imagine I would.”
I want nothing more than to take her back to my room in the clubhouse and spend the night making her scream my name.
Fuck, just thinking about her stretched out on my bed all naked and creamy is doing shit to me.
But I come to my senses and decide to shut it down before things go too far.
I clear my throat. “Listen, you’re sweet, and I’d be lying if I said I’m not tempted, but this isn’t going to happen.”
For a moment, she looks confused, then her eyebrow shoots up. “Whoa, there, cowboy. You’re getting ahead of yourself.” She puts her hands up and takes a step back. “No need to turn down what I’m not even offering.”
Now, I’m confused.
She gives me a pointed look. “I’m not asking you to sleep with me, Prince Charming, I’m asking you to kill my stepfather.”
I don’t react to what she says.
Instead, I remain calm despite my head scrambling to make sense of what she’s just said.
Does she know about my past?
I take a look at her—a good look this time.
No. She doesn’t know who I am and what I used to do for a living.
But she comes from Boston.
“And why the fuck would you ask me to do something like that?” I ask calmly.
“I’ve seen you fight… I know a man who’s killed before.”
While she’s talking, my mind is scrambling, pulling back the layers of memory to see if she is in there somewhere.
Did I know her when I was working with the De Kysa family in Boston?
“And how would you know something like that?” I question.
“Because of the man I want you to make unalive. He killed my mom and tried to hurt me.”
“You came all the way from Boston to ask me to kill your stepdad?”
“No, I came all the way from Boston to get away from him.” She points between us. “This is pure chance. A couple of friends of mine from the bar where I work went to one of your fights a few weeks ago. I’ve been to every one of your fights ever since.”
A kick rattles in my heart knowing she’s been watching me each week. I like the idea of those almond-shaped eyes focused on me.
Which is dangerous.
For both of us.
“Listen, sweetheart, you’re barking up the wrong tree. I’m not a hired gun.”
“You’re in a motorcycle gang, aren’t you?”
“Meaning what? And for the record, it’s a club not a gang.”
“Meaning, I thought this would be something you could help me with. I’ve heard about the Kings of Mayhem. You help people out in this town when they need it. Well, I’m one of those people.”
I stare at her a moment longer. She really is beautiful, but all I can see is trouble.
“Sorry.” I drain my glass and stand. “I’m not the guy you’re looking for.”
She looks away and bites into her lip, and heaven help me because it’s distractingly sexy, and I’m seconds away from throwing her over my shoulder and taking her back to the clubhouse with me.