Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
That got everyone’s attention. Unfortunately, more than one of the members of Bones were smothering grins. I was about to let loose on some motherfuckers. And where the fuck did that thought come from? I was sweet, Goddamnit!
Thank fuck Shadow’s woman, Millie, stepped forward and laid a hand on Trucker’s shoulder. “She’s right, you know.” Her Russian accent was somehow soothing on my frayed nerves. “Have you heard her side of story, Trucker?”
“No.” Dad sounded and looked wary as he glanced at me over his shoulder with narrowed eyes. “I haven’t. But I heard his side.” He pointed to Cyclone. “He admitted she was drunk when he… err… when they… uh…”
“Did the nasty? The hunka chunka? The horizontal tango?”
“Willa…”
“What? You’ve lived in an MC your entire adult life and you can’t say the word ‘sex’? Really?”
“Not in relation to my daughter, Willa.” He sighed heavily. “Can you please get off me?”
I was still on Dad’s back, my legs wrapped around his middle as best I could. He was thick and all muscle, and I wasn’t exactly a large or athletic girl. I glanced at Cyclone. Even though he was still breathing hard, he was trying to smother a grin. And failing. So I scowled back at him before answering my dad.
“Depends. You gonna go after my man again?”
“Where’s this coming from? Since when are you interested in boys?”
Mom stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Dad’s middle, and I slipped from his back. Millie was there to steady me. The other woman gave me a wink and two thumbs-up before going back to her man. Where Millie’s sister, Venus, dressed in hot pink, Millie preferred teal. I was looking forward to the specially made Harley she was having delivered. Should be fun.
“Honey, you know very well she’s had a crush on Daniel since before she was a teenager. The fact that she hasn’t ever been interested in other boys should clue you in to the fact that man is hers.”
“But is she his? Because I still think he’s agreeing to make her his old lady just to get out of trouble.”
OK, that hurt. I stepped back a couple of steps, my gaze going immediately to Cyclone. Now, instead of amusement at my outburst, he looked like the man I’d always been slightly terrified of. He was the son of the former Bones president. Raised in this life. Trained to be the biggest, baddest warrior he could be. He was also the vice president of the club. Not the man I’d grown to love. Except, they were the same man. Now I was going to see how the two meshed.
“That’s enough, Trucker. You can beat on me all you feel like you need to for the way I first claimed your daughter. It’s not something I’ve not beaten myself up over during the six weeks since it happened. But you need to get one thing straight. I do not do anything I don’t want to. That includes taking an old lady. No matter how much trouble I’m in. I’ll take any punishment I’ve got coming like a man. I’ll even resign as the fucking VP if that’s what’s demanded. I’ll do it all with a smile and a fuckin’ princess wave. But I will not make a woman mine unless I’m feeling it here.” He pounded his chest. “I’d support her and the baby, if she chose to have it, in any way she saw fit. I’d be part of the kid’s life as much as she’d let me. But I would not make her my old lady unless it was something we both wanted.”
Cyclone was right up in my dad’s face now. My mother still had her arms around Dad, probably to prevent him from lashing out again, and she didn’t move.
“Do you love her?” Dad bit out the question between clenched teeth. “I mean, really fuckin’ love her?”
I expected Cyclone to tell him what he’d told me. That he was getting there. Instead, without hesitation, he nodded his head crisply. “Abso-fuckin’-lutely I love her. She’s smart, beautiful, and so fuckin’ fierce she makes me proud. She’ll be the best old lady a vice president could ever have, and the best mother to our children. And you can expect there to be more.”
“Maybe.” I qualified. “Because I’m only six weeks into this little hellion and I’m already sick every fucking day. You want more babies? You better hope and pray this sickness gets better.”
That got a laugh from several of the brothers and also seemed to diffuse the situation. Trucker relaxed and allowed Mom to move him away from Cyclone. Cyclone moved to me and pulled me into his arms. He didn’t smile or show any of the tenderness he usually reserved for me. Instead, he looked like a warrior ready for an attack. He still tightened his arms around me instead of preparing to defend himself.