Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Unable to read her, what the fuck she thought of what I’d done, I said, “You know it all. Now you gotta decide if you’re in.” I held her tighter, just in case it was the last time. “You’re good, Beauty. You can go somewhere. Get a better man. You need to decide—”
“You,” she said before I’d even finished. “I choose you. You’re not the man you used to be.” She straightened her back. “I get you ain’t ever gonna walk the straight and narrow. May do bad shit again. But I’m not a pussy, Tank. I got this. Got you. I can live this life.”
A smile tugged on my lips at the determination in her eyes. Then it fell. “If the Klan find out I got a job with the Hangmen, it could cause shit.” I paused. “Real shit.” I shook my head. “There could be a hit on me. I ain’t stupid. If the Klan think I’ve joined the Hangmen, it could put a huge fucking target on my head.” My stomach sank. “Could put one on you too.” I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to fucking breathe. “It isn’t safe to be with me. Beauty . . . I don’t think—”
“Don’t,” she snapped. She put her hands on my cheeks. “Don’t fucking try to make my decisions for me. My psycho mamma tried to do that to me. I sure as shit won’t have my man do it too.” She rolled her hips, her pussy running along my cock. Her lips went to my ear. “I’m in. And I can handle myself.” She dragged her lips along my cheek until they hit my lips. “I got you, darlin’. ’Til the end.” She crushed her lips to mine. “Now shut the hell up so I can fuck you. All that worrying has made me hungry for your cock.” I laughed when Beauty pushed me down to the bed and in a couple of seconds had my zipper down. My cock out and down the back of her throat.
Bitch wasn’t going anywhere.
Chapter Four
Beauty
Two months later . . .
The compound was massive. I clutched Tank’s waist as he rode through the gate. We came to a stop outside a building with a huge-ass picture of Hades and Persephone on a wall. I’d been doing some reading up.
I wouldn’t let Tank see my nerves as I heard the music blasting through the walls. When I turned my head, some young guy with long blond hair was fucking some girl up against the wall. Screwing her in the open where anyone could see.
Tank got off the bike and took my hand. He smiled when he followed my gaze, like it was nothing out of the ordinary. “You ready?” The guy who was fucking groaned, clearly coming, then stood off the wall and fastened his zipper.
“Tank,” he said and flicked up his chin. His blue eyes fell on me. “Sweet cheeks.”
“Ky,” Tank greeted, then pointed at me. “Beauty. My old lady.” Ky lit up a smoke and came over to us.
“Beauty.” He looked at my chest. I was wearing red leathers and my favorite black tank. “Nice tits.”
My head cocked to the side. I gestured at the wall he’d just been fucking against. “Nice technique.”
Ky fucking blinded me with a beautiful smile, then pointed at Tank. “She’s a keeper. Spots real talent when she sees it.” He strutted off back inside, but called back, “You ever get sick of our ’roided-up Nazi mechanic here, you give me a call. You’ll be creamin’ more than you’ve ever creamed in your life.”
“Good to know,” I said, and he disappeared through a door. I turned to Tank and raised an eyebrow.
“Ky Willis. VP’s kid. Resident slut.”
I stared at the door he’d just gone through. “Fuck. That kid’s prettier than me. Bastard.”
Laughing, Tank threw his arm around my shoulders. “Stick to me tonight. I ain’t patched in. That means you’re free pussy. But I know all the brothers. They see you with me, they shouldn’t try anything.”
I nodded. Tank had told me some of the club rules. It was a different world here. I’d never been to a Saturday at the club before. But over the last couple of months Tank had grown closer to the men here. I wasn’t stupid. I knew he secretly wanted to be patched in. Knew he wanted to become a Hangmen prospect. I had no fucking idea about this club or what Reaper was looking for in a brother, but I couldn’t imagine it wouldn’t happen for Tank at some point. If they could get past the fact he was ex-Klan, that is.
Making me the old lady of a Hangman.
I knew I needed to prove myself tonight too.
Tank held me tighter as we entered the clubhouse. My feet faltered a little when the door to the bar opened and I took in the scene. The air was thick with smoke, music pounding from the speakers. Hangmen were scattered all over the room, most with their hands and mouths busy with almost-naked—and some fully naked—women writhing all over them. “You okay?” Tank asked in my ear.