Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
And that was another good reminder. That was the whole reason why Nova and he were where they stood at that moment.
“Stay a bit. Eat. Make some rounds. Be seen. Then get gone. Best not to be here after everyone’s pickled ‘cause you’re outnumbered an’ I can’t stop anyone from poppin’ off. An’ my enforcer certainly ain’t gonna get your back. Got me?”
“We got it,” Nova answered and stiffened against Fletch when Zak didn’t even acknowledge her.
Fuck. Fletch quickly answered, “Got you. We’ll only stay about an hour and then we’ll split. Tomorrow mornin’ we’ll head to our work assignments. At least you’ll get something out of us for allowin’ this.”
“Right,” Zak muttered. “Us gettin’ free labor ain’t the flex you think it is to allow pigs amongst us.”
“Understood. Gonna do our best to pull our weight and stay outta your hair.”
“You do that.” With that, he turned and headed toward the pavilion, flicking two fingers over his shoulder as he went.
“At least he didn’t give us the middle one,” Nova said, watching the man go speak to his son.
“Let’s mingle a little bit, try not to cause problems, grab some grub and then get gone.”
“Yeah, before these bikers get pickled like he said and decide to play a game with us we won’t be able to win.”
“They just need to see we ain’t a threat to them. It might take a while.” He didn’t have to add that they might not have a “while” to wait. They needed to get working on their connection with the Demons as soon as possible.
“I’m not sure they’ll ever see us that way,” she murmured, as he steered her toward the smoker and the tables now full of food. “We need to keep our heads on swivels.”
“No fuckin’ shit,” he mumbled.
The tables no longer had lines, so they grabbed some food, much more appealing than expected for a biker pig roast, and once they had full plates in hand, he asked, “Want a beer?”
“Think it’s smart we grab one but not drink it.”
“Hear you on that, Kitten.” He headed over to the beer kegs on ice with Nova slowly trailing behind him.
A couple of women wearing barely enough clothes to cover their tits and ass were handing out red Solo cups full of beer.
A bleach blonde whose nipples were on the verge of popping out of her low-necked top took her time inspecting him up and down. “Damn. Where’d you come from, handsome?”
She might be a good test to see if anyone believed their cover story. “The Fury.”
Her bright red lips turned downward. “The Fury sent someone down here? Why the fuck would they do that?”
Nova stepped between him and the woman, ruining his test. “Mind your fuckin’ biz.”
The blonde slammed her hands on her hips, pushed out her chest even more and faced off with Nova. “And who the fuck are you, bitch?”
Oh fuck.
He would do his best not to step in and let Nova handle it like an ol’ lady would.
“Must not’ve heard me the first time.” Nova leaned in, going nose to nose with her. “Mind your biz, bitch.”
“This is my biz, bitch, since I’ve never seen him—or you—before.”
“Ain’t my problem you’re stupid as well as blind.”
Oh fuck.
He wasn’t sure if he should enjoy the show or panic that Nova might get into a brawl. And if she did, that might cause them to get their asses thrown out because he had no idea who this woman was. For all he knew, she could be someone’s ol’ lady since quite a few of them in this club did not wear their ol’ man’s cuts. And even more had removed them once they had returned from the run.
The blonde sneered at Nova, reached past her and scraped her long red-painted claws suggestively down Fletch’s beard. “Honey, I can be a lot sweeter to you than her. My name is Star and I dance every Monday through Friday at Heaven’s Angels. I give great lap dances where touching isn’t off limits and is highly encouraged. Dances you’ll have a hard time forgetting, I promise.” She winked at him.
As Fletch opened his mouth to respond, Nova snagged the woman’s wrist in a tight grip and shoved her away. “Fuck off, cunt, gonna warn you once and only once. You touch my man again, you’ll be forced to breathe through a whole in your neck after I stab you there.” Nova chest bumped her, forcing the blonde to take another step back.
Fletch yanked Nova out of her face and back to his side, keeping a firm grip on her arm, ignoring the fact some of the food tumbled from his plate. “Appreciate the generous offer but ain’t interested,” he told the woman. “Not if you and me both wanna see another day. As you see, got enough to handle right here with my little Hell Kitten.”