Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Finn!” Sully called, shooting me his easy-going grin as he stood there with a bikini-clad woman thrown over his shoulder, her long brown hair trailing down his back, her feet kicking, anticipating getting tossed into the pool. “Didn’t know you were here,” he added, patting the woman’s ass affectionately.
“No one was here when I showed up,” I admitted. Save for Brooks, of course, since he never really left. And Sutton, because he and Sully had some bad blood, and he didn’t usually hit the bar or clubs when he was involved. And Sully was always involved.
Eventually, after doing some basic tasks around the clubhouse, I’d taken my ass to bed.
Apparently, the party had made its way back to the club sometime after that.
Somehow, Sully, Callow, and Nave had managed to bring eight women back with them. Four had already been tossed into the pool. One had somehow lost her top in the process and was holding the cups against her chest as Nave tied her back up.
“Well, we’re here now,” Sully said, doing a little jump that had the woman squealing and sinking her hands into his ass. Which, apparently, made him decide that they were in this together, because he took off toward the pool, and jumped.
The splash was enough to wet my shirt from several feet away.
“Yo,” a deep voice said from behind me, making me turn to find Sutton standing there. “Might wanna tuck the gun away,” he said, glancing down at my hand.
“Right,” I said, tucking it into my waistband, wondering if the women saw. And if they did, if they cared.
It wasn’t exactly a secret that we ran guns, but we didn’t go around advertising that either.
“Not partying?” I asked as he stood there, watching the goings-on.
“No,” he said, his gaze landing on Sully as he hauled himself out of the pool and started chasing down another woman who took off running amongst a mix of laughing and shrieking.
“If you dislike him so much, why not tell Fallon?” I asked.
I knew Brooks and Fallon were aware of the tension between the two men, but it clearly went deep if Sutton still hadn’t loosened up about it.
“Putting salt in his sugar ain’t gonna make mine any sweeter,” Sutton said, shrugging his wide shoulders. “Besides, I won’t be here that much longer,” he said. “No point in putting my personal shit in this club’s business.”
“Didn’t realize you were leaving.”
“That was always the plan,” he reminded me.
And, yeah, of course it was.
Fallon had wanted him here just to feel him out, see if he could be trusted with leading another sister chapter. It was just the way things had worked. My old man had made Huck come up to Navesink Bank to feel him out before he let him have Golden Glades. Slash, Crow, and Sway had come to stay for a long time before Fallon let them have a Shady Valley chapter.
It seemed like Fallon was close to giving Sutton the nod for his chapter in Texas.
“Cary would be happy to have another gym buddy,” he said, as if sensing me wondering how I would keep myself accountable to working out more if he wasn’t around.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Do—“ I started, only to be cut off by his phone ringing.
“Sorry,” he said as he reached for it. “What’s up, Moth?” he asked, making my brows go up.
Moth?
Who the fuck was named Moth?
Whatever Moth was saying had Sutton moving back into the clubhouse for privacy and quiet, leaving me standing there awkwardly by myself again.
“Hey,” a female voice said at my side.
Turning, I found a woman standing there with her expectant gaze on me, sunglasses sitting on top of her head. The big, oversized, movie-star type of glasses. They pulled back some of her hair that was so blonde it was almost white. It was cut to barely graze her shoulders, framing her slightly rounded face with big red lips and eyes whose color I couldn’t really make out in the bad light. Dark, though. Blue, green, brown? It was hard to tell.
She was somewhere around maybe five-seven with a killer rack and strong legs, all shown off in shorts and a tight light blue tank.
Pretty.
She was really fucking pretty.
“Hey,” I said, surprised how serious her vibe was, considering this was a party, and the fact that the recycling bin beside the table was full of dead soldiers. Everyone was happy and wasted.
Except, it seemed, this woman.
“Are you sober?” she asked, scrutinizing my face.
“Yeah. Why?”
“Wanna give me a ride home?” she asked.
I glanced at her, the party, then back.
“Not your scene?” I asked.
“Some of us have work in the morning. I followed my sister here,” she said, nodding her chin toward another blonde in the pool, but this one had long hair in a more natural shade. I couldn’t see her face, but her body was similar to her sister’s. “Lottie has been known to follow the wrong kind of men into the wrong kind of situations. I just wanted to make sure this wasn’t one of those.”