Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 107118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
We left Viking in our wake and barged through the door to church. Hush shut it behind us. My brother stood by my side, arms folded, eyes immediately tracking Sia to check she was okay. Lilah stood with Sia and Ky. Styx took up the front, looking like a satanic executioner ready for our fucking heads.
Ky pointed in our faces. “You’re both fucking out of this club.”
I tipped my chin up. I wouldn’t let this fucker intimidate me. When I glanced across at Sia, she had tears running down her cheeks, her face beet red. “You good, cher? He hurt you?”
Sia started shaking her head, but Ky charged. “Don’t you fucking speak to her, cunt!” This time when Ky threw a fist, I threw one right back. My fist collided with his jaw. Ky’s head whipped to the side. Then the fucker smiled. Smiled with blood running down his chin.
“Ky!” Lilah said, causing the VP to look at her. But then he was back. Heading for us.
“You were told to stay the fuck away. You knew what she’d been through, yet you fuck her? Both of you!” He laughed and looked at Styx. “You ever get the finer details on why these fuckers went nomad from NOLA.?” Every part of me fucking froze when those words left his mouth. Styx shook his head; the prez was like ice, fucking unshakable, but watching us with narrowed eyes.
I had no idea what he was thinking.
Ky smiled our way, a fucking sadistic smile. “Were you traitorous bastards there, too? Showed them who the fuck you are like you’ve just shown us?”
I didn’t even see Hush move until he was on Ky. Hush pummeled his heavy fists at the VP, knocking him to the ground, until Styx slammed his hands against Hush’s chest and wrenched my brother back. “You know nothing about what shit went down there!” Hush’s back smashed against the wall, robbing him of his breath. He moved to lunge for Ky again, but I got in front of him, stopping him.
“Get your shit, and get the fuck out of this club!” Ky bellowed as he got to his feet. Styx held him back, his arm over the VP’s chest.
“STOP!” We snapped our heads across the room. Sia, tears streaming down her face, moved to stand in front of her brother, meeting his fucking eyes head-on. “Stop, Ky!” She shook her head. “Christ, I’m a grown-ass woman! If I want to fuck, then I’ll fuck whoever I want!” Sia’s eyes fell to me and Hush, and I saw her eyes soften. Bitch hit me harder in that moment than her brother’s iron fists ever could. Because we didn’t just fuck. The three of us. It wasn’t just fucking, and all three of us knew it. Then her eyes moved to Hush, my brother fighting hard to calm. To not show his secret to this club. Her lip wobbled. “I’m falling for them,” she whispered, and stopped my fucking heart beating in my chest.
Hush stilled underneath my palm. I heard the brother let out a long breath. Only to be ruined by—
“Falling for them?” Ky spat, pulling Sia’s attention back to him. “Have you fucking heard yourself?”
“Why?” Sia argued. “Because there’s two of them?”
Ky laughed, but there was fuck-all humor in it. “Yeah, let’s go with that. Two brothers, Sia? Thought you fucking hated the club? Yet the minute you get two bikers in your house, you open your legs and let them use you as their personal cumbucket.” He leaned in close. “Didn’t learn your lesson from fucking a sex-trafficker, huh, little sis?”
I had to stop Hush from launching at Ky again; fuck, I had to stop myself. But we weren’t needed anyway. Sia struck out and slapped her brother right across the cheek, the sound echoing off the walls. “You asshole!” she bit out, her body shaking as Ky righted his head and stroked along the red skin. “You’re just like him,” she said, venom dripping from her words. “You’re just fucking like Poppa. A cold-hearted bastard who doesn’t give one shit about me or what makes me happy, as long as it’s on your terms.” She laughed in his face. “And let’s not forget about Tiff and Jules, Ky. You remember them? Don’t you? The two fucking club sluts you used as your ‘cumbuckets’ for years.” She pointed at Lilah, who had gone deathly white, holding the wall for support. “Sorry, Lilah. I don’t mean to hurt you, but the reason you met me in the first place was because those two bitches kicked the shit out of you, because of him!”
“Shut the fuck up, Sia,” Ky warned. “Now!” His teeth gritted together and his eyes were hard.
Sia stepped closer. She tipped her head up at him. “Must run in the family, brother. Liking two in our bed. A Willis trait. Fuck knows good ole Poppa won’t have just stuck to one slut.”