Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Travis turned to me when I stepped outside. “Don’t try any funny shit, Katie. I fucking mean it. You’re coming back with us. Where we go, you go, understand? If you need to stop, I’ve programmed my number into your phone, which is in your car. I have Bluetooth in my ear, so I’ll be able to hear when you call. We’ll probably stop at nine tonight and sleep at a hotel. I don’t know how you are with long-distance drives, and I don’t want to risk you crashing.”
I rolled my eyes at him. Jeez, he could be so fucking bossy. It was kind of hot, though, so I didn’t mind this time.
I sarcastically sent him a thumbs-up to which he rolled his eyes, and I slid into my car. He pulled out, Luke and Ryan following behind him.
Around nine, just as he had said, we stopped at a nice hotel. It wasn’t the motels that I was used to staying in, which shocked me. Travis may have been raised in a club, but he sure as hell didn’t live like it. Travis obviously liked luxury, and he could obviously afford it, too.
Hell, I sure as hell wasn’t complaining. I was actually relieved.
I walked to my trunk and popped it open. Luke and Ryan came over while Travis went inside. “Where’s he going?” I asked as I dug through my bags, trying to find some clothes to wear tomorrow.
“To check us in,” Ryan replied. “I’m glad to see you’re not in a bitchy mood.”
I rolled my eyes, not saying anything. I was tired and emotionally worn down.
However, I knew as soon as I was left alone with nothing to distract me, my mind was going to run rampant.
I finally found the clothes that I wanted, and we went inside. Travis was waiting on us with room keys. He handed two to Ryan. “You guys are sharing a room. I want Katie with me.”
Luke smirked. “Don’t fuck her so much that we leave late in the morning,” he said, chuckling under his breath.
I was half-tempted to kick him in the balls for that rude ass comment. I knew that everyone else knew by now that Travis and I fucked a lot, but really, did he have to fucking say it out loud?
“Don’t be jealous because I get to fuck her all I want and you don’t,” Travis retorted, grinning.
I snatched the room key out of Travis’s hand and stormed off, but not before telling them both that they were fucking assholes. I found our room and stormed inside. I was fucking pissed.
How dare they talk about me like that?
I wasn’t some common whore that spread her legs for any man. Travis was the only person I had ever been with. I would have hoped he would have more respect for me than what he had just shown.
I tossed my clothes onto a desk in the corner and put my hands on my hips, glaring at the one fucking bed in the room. Like seriously, I knew that we shared a fucking bed at the clubhouse, but I would have appreciated it a lot more if he had gotten a room with two beds.
I wasn’t even going to try to convince him to sleep on the floor or the couch, either. There was no fucking sense in it. I would just be wasting my breath. So, I would just sleep on the couch. No big deal.
I walked to the bathroom and got undressed, stepping into the shower. I let the hot water run over me and leaned against the wall. I felt absolutely fucking defeated. What in the hell was I supposed to do now? I had zero job skills except for fixing cars. However, I couldn’t exactly picture anyone hiring a nineteen-year-old girl to fix a car or a motorcycle.
I had always depended on the club; I thought it was always going to be there. The Bloody Royals were my life; hell, they were my blood line. I had always pictured myself staying with the club. I would have eventually married a Bloody Royals member and become an old lady. I didn’t know anything about living a normal life. Hell, I didn’t even dress like a normal girl. I hadn’t worn a dress in my entire life.
I clenched my fists. How dare my dad fucking kick me out of the club like that? What the fuck was he thinking? I just couldn’t possibly picture him making that kind of decision. I was everything to him – or so I had thought. He had always protected me. He had always seemed to love me unconditionally. I never thought that his feelings were fake. Besides, he was the type of man that always kept his word. So, why would he break all of his to me, his only fucking daughter?