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)
My heart was a fucking iron fist when I saw the fucking happy tears sprout in her eyes, but I managed to smile. I didn’t get a chance to go over because rock music came blasting through the speakers, a bottle of liquor was put in my hand, and I was shoved into a chair beside Bone, who emerged from the back room with his tattoo gun in his hand.
“Get the fuckin’ sluts in!” Big Poppa called. “Time to get fuckin’ wasted and fucked! We got a new brother!” My cut and shirt were removed and Bone started free-handing Hades cover-ups over my Nazi ink. And with every minute, I got more shitfaced, the tattoo gun erasing the final tie to my past life. The biggest fucking mistake I’d ever made.
As I looked up at Beauty, smiling and crying, drinking whiskey that I knew she fucking hated with Letti, Lois, and Marie, I felt like I could finally fucking breathe.
I was a motherfucking Hades Hangman.
And we were home.
Epilogue
One week later . . .
Beauty let loose a long fucking “Woohoo!” as we cruised down Congress Avenue, her arms in the air. Her vest, showing everyone who she belonged to, was on her back, tight black leathers on her long legs. She had her Hangmen tank on—Vike was right. It made her tits look unreal.
People stopped and stared as we went past. I rode and rode, until a familiar building came up ahead. The building I picked Beauty up from all those months ago. Beauty’s arms came around my waist and her lips came to my ear, like she was reading my damn mind. “Best fucking thing I’ve ever done, darlin’.”
I smirked, knowing it was true. A fucking beauty queen in a crown and sash climbing onto my bike changed it all.
An hour later we were back in our home near the compound. The minute I got off the bike, Beauty jumped into my arms, legs around my waist—where they seemed permanently attached—and her lips on mine. Holding her ass in my hands, I carried her up the stairs to the porch, then through the front door.
We didn’t get much farther, as when her hand reached into my jeans and she pulled out my already rock-hard cock, I lost my fucking mind.
Crashing her back against the wall, I quickly pulled down her leathers, pushing them far enough down her legs for her to toe them off. As always, my old lady wasn’t wearing anything underneath. With how much we fucked, it didn’t make sense to. I sunk three fingers into her already wet pussy. Beauty’s head flew back and she moaned.
Her hand stroked at my cock. I pulled my fingers out and pushed her hand away, and in one long thrust, slammed my cock inside her. Her pussy clenched at my dick as I nailed into her, her back smacking against the wall. Beauty’s red nails sliced into my back. She looked at me, eyes dazed and a smile on her face. Then she leaned in and bit my earlobe. “That what you call hard, darlin’? Fuck. Me. Harder.”
I groaned as I pinned her arms to the wall and let her fucking have it. Beauty’s mouth dropped open and her moans grew louder. She always wanted it hard and fast after being on my bike. Since that was every day, my cock was barely out of her pussy. I sucked at her neck, hickeys bruising her skin. I fucking loved it. Showed the assholes coming into the shop and the compound that this woman was mine.
“Tank . . .” Beauty moaned, her pussy gripping me harder. “I’m coming . . .” I watched her face, watched her eyes close as her pussy squeezed my cock in a chokehold, her scream echoing around the room. That was all it took for my balls to tighten and for me to come too, filling her the fuck up.
My head fell against her neck. “You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me.”
Beauty laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck. She pressed her lips hungrily to mine as I led us to the couch and laid us down, Beauty sprawling on my chest. “Mmm . . .” she murmured. “I love your big cock.”
I laughed as she stroked it. “He likes you too.”
Beauty smiled, but her eyes were closing. I held onto her as the sky turned dark outside. I carried her through to the bedroom and put her into bed. And I just watched her.
Best damn bitch here . . . I heard Ky’s voice in my head, from last week at the clubhouse, as I was bitch-boy at the bar for the brothers. She’s born to be an old lady and live this life. Styx and Ky had sat at the bar, watching with me as Beauty cleaned up the tables—all so my prospect ass wouldn’t have to. I smiled at the memory, looking down as Beauty slept, blond hair spread all over the pillow. It had been Styx who’d signed it to me that day; Ky had translated it.