Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Like an idiot, I’d even waited to get my license because I liked it that he drove me around when I needed it.
I was completely in love with him.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t even a little bit in love with me.
* * *
Cameron
Six months later…
“Got the parts in today, wasn’t sure if you wanted to—ow, man! What the fuck?” I yelled as Dragon shoved me face-first into the cement wall of the garage. I’d been talking to Casper and minding my own business, when the guy hit me like a fucking linebacker.
“You got somethin’ you wanna say to me?” Dragon growled as I shrugged him off my back and spun around. He looked like he wanted to rip my head off, and I had no clue why.
Dragon and I had no problems, as far as I knew. We weren’t tight—I was closer with my adopted uncle, Grease—but we were cool.
“Nope,” I replied, watching him warily.
He was practically shaking, he was so livid.
“You sure about that, kid?”
“Not a kid, and I’ve got no fuckin’ clue why you’re in my face.” My shoulders bunched as he glared at me. I wasn’t taking his shit. I’d gone through the same probation period he had and I was a full fucking member of the club. I didn’t answer to him—not until he had the gavel, at least.
Dragon crossed his arms over his chest, but I kept mine loose at my sides. I was bigger than him—no question. But the guy was twice my age with twice the experience. He’d kill me.
“You been keepin’ those hands to yourself?” he asked darkly, searching my face for some sort of guilt.
Hands to myself? What?
Oh, shit.
“She’s seventeen!” I replied incredulously. “Yeah, I’ve been keepin’ my hands to my fuckin’ self. What the fuck?”
“So, you know nothin’ about my girl askin’ her mama for birth control, huh?”
It took longer than it should’ve for his words to register. I was fucking blindsided. I stepped back, bumping back into the wall as the implication behind his statement became clear.
She was not having sex. No fucking way.
“You fuckin’ joking?” I rasped, the back of my neck growing warm.
“I look like I’m jokin’?”
“Did you let her get it?” I roared, completely forgetting that the man could kill me with one well-placed blow.
“I look like I wanna be a grandpa?”
“Jesus Christ!” I knew my eyes were wide and I knew that my chest was heaving and the veins in my neck were visibly throbbing, but I couldn’t seem to curb my reaction.
My Bea had asked for birth control?
No. Fucking. Way.
“Didn’t touch her,” I finally ground out, glancing over at Casper as he glared at Dragon. “We done here?”
“Yeah, boy. We’re done,” my adopted dad replied. “Come over to the house tonight—family dinner, no excuses.”
“Will do,” I agreed, already moving away from them to strip off my coveralls and grab my shit off the huge tool box in the corner.
I hadn’t talked to Trix in months, not since she’d gone fucking nuts in the clubhouse—but that shit stopped today. What the hell was she thinking? Birth control? Not. Fucking. Happening.
She didn’t need birth control, because she wouldn’t be having sex with any needle dicked high school kid.
I pulled my cut over my shoulders and stuffed my wallet into my pants as I headed outside, catching a bit of Casper and Dragon’s conversation as I passed them.
“You know my boy better than that,” Casper said angrily.
“Yeah, I do. Girl doesn’t fuckin’ listen to me, though,” Dragon said with a sound of disgust and a nod in my direction. “He’ll put her on a fuckin’ leash.”
“Don’t listen to a word ye say?” Poet asked laughingly as he passed me with an absent slap to my shoulder. “Wonder where she got that?”
I didn’t hear Dragon’s reply as I climbed on my bike and slid my helmet on, re-checking to make sure Trix’s helmet was still strapped to the back of my bike.
I pulled up in front of the high school fifteen minutes later and parked in the fire lane. I wouldn’t be there long enough for them to give me shit about it.
It only took minutes before the secretary was calling Bellatrix White over the intercom, but I was too fucking keyed up to wait in the office, so I stepped outside. I knew she’d come looking for me.
The office knew me—I’d picked up Trix quite a bit in the past few years. My showing up at two o’clock on a sunny afternoon wasn’t anything noteworthy.
But apparently Trix didn’t get that memo, because as soon as she saw me, she threw the front doors open with an angry slam as she stormed toward me.
“What are you doing here?” she snapped as she came closer, her black hair flying all over the damn place.
“Let’s go,” I ordered. Shit, I could barely speak, I was so pissed.