Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
She looks in my direction, telling me exactly how little she thinks of me. “Doin’ charity work now, Diesel?”
He stiffens and then frowns. “Not now, Layla.”
“I’m just saying,” she huffs. “This chick hardly looks like your type.” She looks at me like I’m some fucking alien. “Are you even wearing makeup?”
I lean over the bar, getting right in her overly made-up face so she knows I’m not one to be fucked with. “You got a problem with me or somethin’? I’ll happily kick your ass.”
Her eyes go wide and she takes a step back, gaze shooting to Diesel as if he can help her. “Better get your bitch, Diesel. She’s a little rabid.”
You rotten cunt. I take the glass of whiskey and do something I haven’t done since I was too young to set foot in a bar. I toss my drink right in her face. “I’ll show you, rabid.”
She lets out a high-pitched squeal just as Diesel steps in front of me. “I guess I’ll need another one,” he growls at the woman, Layla.
“Here you go, babe.” She says it loud enough for me to hear, which I guess is her goal.
“We’ll talk about your behavior later,” he grunts. “For now, I don’t want to see your fucking face.” Then, like flipping a switch, he turns to me with that charming grin and hands me the drink. “Ready to meet everyone?”
“Girlfriend of yours?”
“Club whore, don’t ask.”
I nearly choke on my drink, busting out a laugh. At least he’s not sugarcoating things. “All right, lead the way.”
Diesel grins, amused by my reaction, and grabs my hand again. We weave through the crowd, stopping here and there as he introduces me to his biker buddies.
I know it’s petty, but I’m feeling petty as hell as I look over my shoulder, flashing a victorious smile in Layla-the-bitch’s direction. I don’t know the story with those two but whatever their drama is, they can keep it to themselves.
It’s my hand he’s holding tonight.
CHAPTER FOUR
Diesel
“Guys, this is Cassidy.” I slide one hand to Cassidy’s lower back and give her a little nudge forward. “Cassidy, this is Ace, our President. That’s Coop and his ol’ lady, Kelsey. That’s Preacher and Gia.”
Cassidy lifts a hand in greeting and cracks a friendly smile. “Nice to meet you guys.”
“How did you fall into such suspect company?” Coop asks her, flashing me a teasing grin, the fucker.
Cassidy’s smile brightens, and she starts to relax. “My big rig broke down shortly after I made a delivery, and I called Ace Motors to see if they could handle a semi. The guy on the phone sent me to Morgan International.”
“A truck driver?” Gia’s eyes go wide. “So you like being behind the steering wheel for hours and hours at a time?”
Cassidy laughs. “I love it. I get to see new places and opt out of people when I need to.”
“Okay.” Gia nods, a smile spreading across her face. “I’m getting the appeal. How’s the money?”
“Gia, babe,” Preacher groans.
“The money is all right. Fuel prices are kicking my ass, but as long as I’m working, it’s all good.”
“Do you work for anyone in particular? Any contracts?” The questions come from Ace, and I can see more going on behind his eyes than he’s willing to let on just yet.
“No,” she sighs and takes another sip of her whiskey. “Owner-operator. I spent a year working for a shipping company based out of Texas, but the guy running the place got locked up for embezzling, and that was the end of that.” She shrugs her shoulders, looking around the room. “This is a pretty cool setup you have here.”
“We like it,” Coop offers, engaging as usual. “Another whiskey?”
“I better not,” she answers. “Thanks, though.”
“Come on,” I put my hand against her back again, and we move to the next table where Dix, Wild Man, Banger, and Valentina are playing cards. “Hey.”
All four look up, Dix and Valentina staring at me like a couple of dorks, and Banger looks very curious and then laughs. “Looks like Diesel has a new friend.”
“This is Cassidy. She’s hanging out for a few days while I get her truck fixed.” Even though she’s not mine, the urge to pull her against me is strong.
Banger laughs. “You trust this guy with your rig? He fixes cars and bikes.”
Cassidy turns curious eyes on me. “Tell me he’s kidding.”
“He’s kidding,” I answer quickly.
Dix and Wild Man chime in with the same words and matching smiles.
“I’m kidding,” Banger confirms. “The only person better for the job than Diesel is me. Too bad for you that I’m working at the shop this week.”
“She’s got about sixteen more wheels than you can handle,” I tell Banger and lead Cassidy away. “I’m the best damn mechanic in this whole MC, and everybody knows it.” I flash my most charming smile, the one Kenna says can get me any damn thing I want.