Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“Oh my God, guys. I’ve never—” I don’t even know what to say.
Ripper runs a finger teasingly down my side and over my hip. “Fuck, you’re something else. Was it good enough, or do we have to get up for another round?”
I blink in surprise. “Can you?”
Alpha rumbles a laugh as he wraps his arm around my waist. Even soft, I can feel how thick his cock is against my ass. “You might have to work a little for it, but for you? I think we could make it happen.”
I shake my head. “No, not yet. That was… That was amazing.”
“Feel better?”
Oh right. That. I have to think about it. “Yeah, I do, actually. It’s still fucked up, and I’m… I don’t know. I don’t know how to feel, but for now? Just hold me. Please?”
“Of course, babe.” Ripper presses against me, kissing the top of my head. “I knew you’d figure it out eventually.”
“Worth the wait,” adds Alpha, kissing the back of my neck.
“Yeah,” I whisper as I wiggle into him. Despite what he said earlier, I swear I feel him stiffen a little. “Yeah, maybe it was.”
The door slams open, making me jump, but between Ripper and Alpha, I’m pretty much completely hidden, and they don’t seem concerned.
“You fucking assholes,” says Blade, his hoarse voice filled with disappointment.
19
FAITH
It doesn’t have the ominous aura of the Pit Viper’s headquarters, but there’s no mistaking the Screaming Eagles compound as anything other than an MC clubhouse. Alpha raises an arm and someone opens the front gate to reveal a courtyard filled with choppers, cruisers, touring bikes and all sorts of other vehicles.
There’s a massive open garage where tattooed, shirtless guys are working on their motorcycles, even at this time of night, and a smattering of buildings that fill the space behind the clubhouse itself. The main building is a converted warehouse, with a massive metal staircase up the front and a gigantic Screaming Eagles MC logo on the wall, lit up by floodlights. It’s like the biker bat signal. And around the perimeter is a sheet metal wall that’s got to be two stories tall, with curling barbed wire along the top.
This is my father’s kingdom, so it’s supposed to feel like home instead of a prison, but we’ll see about that.
A bell clangs as we drive in, picked up by another, and then another. Bikers run in from all sides, and from the top of the stairs comes a man I haven’t seen in nearly a year.
Dad’s hair has more silver than I’m used to, but he still strikes an imposing figure with his powerful arms crossed over his chest. He stands broad, in worn jeans and motorcycle boots, and he’s grown his mustache thicker. Even when I was little, his one eye was milky and blind, but the other one is still as sharp as his namesake’s. Jupiter, his boxer dog, has grown up a lot since I last saw him, losing the gangly puppy legs that always seemed too big for him.
“Faith!” he shouts, taking the stairs two at a time. “What the fuck happened?” Behind him, a couple other bikers follow more slowly.
Even after seeing what he did on the tape, and everything I’ve been through, my heart still squeezes in my chest, and I throw my arms around my father. Bikers swarm the guys, talking a mile a minute, but for a second I let myself enjoy the safety of the man I thought I knew.
“Dad.” My voice cracks.
“Baby girl,” he rumbles into my hair. “What did those assholes do to you? How did you make it back? You almost missed us. We were about to roll out and hunt you down.”
For a second I think he somehow found out about me, Alpha and Ripper, but he must mean everything with the Vipers. “It’s a long story. Can we go talk?”
“Yeah. Stand down!” he shouts, motioning to the bikers behind him.
My feelings are all messed up. I grew up respecting this man, loving him. I learned pretty early that he’s not perfect, but he tried for us. And now I don’t know what to make of him. I take a step, but it’s uncertain. I’m just not going to be able to sit down with him without airing this.
He senses the shift in my mood and frowns. “Come up, then. You’re safe here. We’ll talk.”
I glance over my shoulder to find Alpha, Ripper and even Blade waiting for my reaction. “You good, Faith?” Alpha asks.
Dad narrows his eyes at the guys. “Some reason you think she needs protecting from me?”
Alpha hesitates for a second, but shakes his head.
“It’s fine,” I say.
“Thank you for bringing her home safe, now get your fucking eyes off my daughter. Report to King,” Dad snaps, putting a hand on my arm and leading me up the stairs. “Motherfucker,” he whispers under his breath.