Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
“They didn’t know you had taken over your dad’s job?”
“No, my father would never have let me. It would have hurt his pride too much.”
“Your mother?”
“Yes, but I didn’t want to put her in the position of lying to my father. She would have understood about me protecting Dad.”
Fuck. Doom stared across the table at her. He didn’t want to admire the lengths Arden had gone to for her parents. He’d already been fighting the losing battle because she came to the club when she had been concerned for Blue. Pinning his hopes she was just a thorn in his side until he could work it out or when Train called him up for duty, he was beginning to become concerned nothing other than fucking her out of his system would work to drive her out of his mind.
Imagining her on her knees in his bed, with him fucking her until she was screaming in pleasure, had his dick going rock hard.
He got to his feet and carried the empty food containers to the trash can, putting the fork and plate in the sink. “Thanks for the food. I need to hit the road. Make sure you lock up after me,” he snapped, coming out from behind the counter.
“Okay. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow at the club when I work.” Rising from the table at the abrupt way he was moving, Arden followed him to the door.
It took all his willpower not to slam her against the door and kiss her until she begged him to fuck her.
Doom stopped in his tracks. His willpower could only hold out so long, and every instinct in his gut was telling him to stay the fuck away from her. Viper, Razer, Knox… All the brothers had bit the dust when they had fucked the wrong type of woman, and Arden was the wrong type of woman for him. Everything about her screamed commitment, wedding rings, kids, and a picket fence. The only commitment he wanted at this point of life was to get the position he had busted his ass to qualify for.
“We don’t need you tomorrow night.”
“Then when—”
“Look, Arden, I’m just going to be straight up with you. The Last Riders don’t want you. Save yourself the drive and stay home.”
Arden looked as if he had struck her in the face. She should be jumping up and down at getting off the hook. Instead, she looked just as upset as she had that morning when the headmaster had told her he wasn’t going to get her dad his retirement.
“See you around.” Without glancing back, Doom rushed through the door, snapping it closed behind him. Instead of going to his apartment, he went down the steps to the parking lot. He had switched the car for his bike when they had returned to the club earlier that day.
Starting the bike, he took off, needing to clear his mind. The wind hitting his face calmed the arousal racking his body. He got a firmer grip on the handlebars now that his hands had quit shaking.
He had come so close—so close to breaking… To becoming the one thing he had sworn never to do—to be a woman’s heartbreaker.
CHAPTER 29
THE WRATH
“You told her what?”
Doom braced himself.
Wizard, who had been working on paperwork while sitting at the bar, turned sideways on the stool to look at him as if he’d misheard what Doom just said.
“I told Arden not to come into work, that The Last Riders didn’t want her.”
Wizard’s face went artic. “Why?”
“She’s wasting our time.” He shrugged.
“Why do you give a fuck?” Wizard folded the papers he was working on.
“She hasn’t gotten one vote since she’s been coming here, has she?” He dodged telling the truth.
“As a matter of fact, I was going to give her mine. I was going to tell her when she came in.”
Doom just had the wind knocked out of his carefully thought-out way of getting rid of Arden.
“How did she earn your vote?” he snapped.
He relaxed his hands when he realized Wizard had noticed him unconsciously clenching his fists.
When Wizard flipped the folded papers toward him, Doom picked them up to scan them. “Not only did Arden catch the wiring was bad behind the bar, she caught a vender shorting us on the beers on tap. It’s untold how long that shit has been going on.”
“Celeste didn’t catch it?”
“No, and neither did Margarita nor Kat.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.” Wizard raised two fingers at Kat, which had her reaching under the bar for the pack of cigarettes he kept there. She set the pack and lighter down before she hurried to the other end of the counter.
Doom guessed Kat had been catching hell for not counting the kegs as they were brought in when she was on duty before he came to the club.
It was not a good sign Wizard had asked for the cigarettes. At one time, Wizard was a two-packs-a-day smoker; now he only lit up when he was trying to prevent himself from breaking necks.