 by T.O. Smith.jpg)
Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
There’s not much I won’t do for this club. They gave me a purpose. Joey, the prez, stopped me from destroying my life.
Everything was pieced back together. I had my family again. My parents even let me know my little sister and form a bond with her.
But then, that phone call changed everything.
Now, I’m suffocating. I can’t breathe under the mountain of everything I lost. I can’t stand to be in this town anymore. So, when Joey accepts my request to go nomad, I snatch it with both hands and ride away as far and as fast as I can.
Five years later, I’m back. It’s time for me to stop running. It’s time to come home.
But I sure as hell was not expecting her when I walked through those doors.
She’s fire and ice, an entire contradiction I don’t know what to do with, and she doesn’t know when to just quit.
Yet when I’m around her, my lungs fill with air again. I can breathe past all the smoke. I can taste something other than soot.
I’ll do anything to keep that fresh air. I’ll do anything to keep her.
Her husband will try to stop me, and when he does, he better hope he’s got some kind of deity on his side.
Because for her… I’ll rip him to shreds.
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1
Whiler
“Fuck yes,” I groaned, my head falling back on my shoulders as the woman on her knees between my thighs wrapped her lips around my shaft again. “Just like that,” I urged, my hand gripping the blonde’s strands of hair, forcing my cock deeper down her throat. She gagged, her throat muscles spasming around me, and I moaned low in my throat, forcing my dick deeper until my cum spurted from my shaft. She choked, her nails digging into my thighs, but I didn’t let her up for air until I was spent.
“What the fuck, Whiler?!” she yelled at me, her dark eyes blazing with rage. She was a newer club whore, but apparently, she hadn’t learned her place yet.
I stood to my full height and fixed my clothes, glaring down at her as she shakily rose to her feet. She swallowed thickly, fear flickering in her eyes. “Watch your fucking tone with me,” I growled. I was one of the nicest guys in this club, but I drew the line at disrespect. She was hired here as a club girl—nothing more. And if that was a problem for her, she knew where the fuck the door was. “Get the fuck out of my room, Chastity.”
She quickly scampered out of my room just as my phone blared on the desk. I snatched it up, my eyes widening in surprise at my little sister’s name. She was only seven, and with it being well past midnight, she should have been in bed asleep hours ago. Mom would cut off our communication in a heartbeat if she thought I was being a bad influence on her.
And fuck, the mere thought of losing contact with my little sister had pain slicing through my chest. She was my reason now. The reason I stayed sober. The reason I was extra careful on runs. My little sister was everything to me. The light of my life.
Mom and Dad had sheltered her from me for the first six years of her life. They didn’t trust me, given my past—first drugs, and then getting patched into the Sons of Hell MC after Joey got me clean. To them, I was nothing but trouble. And in a way, I was.
But I would never let a goddamn thing in my life touch the little angel that was my sister. She was a surprise to everyone, most of all my parents, who were both in their fifties, almost nearing sixty. Helena was the most precious person in this world, and I treated her as such.
“Helena?” I asked, my frown deepening at her sobs that echoed through the line. That was alarming. Helena hardly ever cried. “Helena, sweetheart, what’s going on?” I demanded.
“It’s so hot, Whiler,” she sobbed. “There’s fire and smoke.” Fear trickled down my spine. “Momma and Daddy won’t get me out!” she screeched. She was panicking, and fuck, she was trapped. Trapped in a burning house with no goddamn way out. No one there to help her.
My heart stopped in my chest. Fire. Smoke. Won’t get me out. Those words were on repeat in my head. Fuck!
“Hold on, Helena. I’m coming, you hear me? I’m fucking coming.” I rushed out of my room, my boots stomping down the stairs. “Joey!” I roared. “Vern! Ink!” Helena was screaming in my ear. My heart was racing in my chest as I rushed for the clubhouse doors. “Helena, sweetheart, it’s going to be okay.” God, I hoped it was. I prayed I wasn’t fucking lying to her.
“It burns!” she screamed. Tears slid down my cheeks, but I didn’t slow down. She could not die. Not like this. Never like this—so slow and painful. It wasn’t goddamn fair.
Joey rushed out of the back hallway, his boots on his feet, his jeans unbuttoned. “Call 911!” I shouted at Joey as I rushed out of the clubhouse.
Helena’s screams were growing louder. Ink and Vern jumped on their bikes, tailing me out of the clubhouse parking lot. Helena was just screaming. She wasn’t even hearing me anymore as I pleaded with her to just hang on. To keep trying to find a way out. To cover her mouth and try not to breathe so much smoke in.
Suddenly, she wasn’t making a single sound. All I could hear through the phone line was the crackling of flames.
“No!” I roared, pushing my bike faster than I ever had before. Tears were burning in my eyes and making hot trails down my cheeks. “Helena!” I shouted. “Fucking answer me, Helena!”
Nothing. The call dropped before I could shout for her again. I weaved in and out of traffic, breaking almost every road law there was, and by the time I got to my parents’ house, the fire department was working on putting out the flames, but there wasn’t much left of the house. The fire chief rushed over to me, instantly recognizing me. I took one look at his face, and I fucking knew.