Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
That seems to startle him. He cocks his head at me as if he truly is trying to read my mind, so I make it easy for him.
“I came here… for you.” I shrug. “I had a horrible day, and I needed you. I should have called, but to be honest, I was scared you’d do exactly this.” My voice echoes around the bathroom.
“You don’t know what or who I am.” He shakes his head at me. “But you’re not leaving until I say so.” His voice is flat, and any hope I had of uncovering his real feelings evaporates. I laugh because quite frankly, I’m exhausted.
“I’m going to take a shower… alone.”
His eyes peruse my face as if he’s deciding whether to allow that, but I’m done. I move around him, and step in, not even caring that the water is ice cold. Truth is, I’m too tired to deal with Ryder and me right now. I lift my face to the icy sting. It actually feels good. I’m going to ignore Ryder and sleep, deal with everything in the morning.
RYDER
Present
Disciples’ clubhouse
Burbank, CA
What the fuck am I gonna do with her? I did not prepare for this. My obsession showing up out of the blue, with her big blue eyes and fucking scent, standing there with a bottle of Casamigos tequila in her hand. Taking my breath away with her beauty… yeah, I let my dick take over.
And now, I need to think. Realistically, I should wake her up and drop her off at Granger’s house. Fucking Granger. But that ain’t happening.
I run my hand through my wet hair. I actually slept, only waking at 3 AM to roll over, grab Julianna, and slip my cock into her wet pussy from behind. Making her scream that she loves it. Then passing out again and waking up half an hour ago.
“Christ.” Inhaling deeply, I take a whiff of her: apples and lemons along with the scent of our sex. I adjust my erection, then grab a T-shirt. My phone vibrates on my dresser. Ignoring it, I try to get my mind in the game and as far away from Julianna’s addictive pussy as I can.
I light up a cigarette, deciding not to wake her. All I’ll want is to climb back in bed with her and let her cunt distract me from my day.
Closing my eyes, I inhale, blocking out the ghosts that want to remind me of shit that I don’t want to revisit.
Souls, destiny, some people are made to mate, to love and be together. My eyes narrow as I take another deep inhale on my cancer stick. Maybe in another life, Julianna and I can have that. In this one, if I’m not careful, I’m gonna die in jail.
I grab my phone and look down at a ton of texts and missed calls. Most of them are from Rodney, saying that Jett Powers will meet with us. The last two are from Blade, saying he’ll meet me at O’Malley’s.
Fucking messy. All this shit is piling up, and having Rex, the president of the Sinners, in town is not making me happy. Not that I think he or the Sinners are involved with any of the shit that’s happening with me and the club. But I trust no one besides my core group of brothers.
I crack my neck and pull up the phone numbers and reports on Rex’s kid’s activities. We’ve been keeping a loose eye out on his girl. Mostly because Blade knows that’s where the Sinners go, and nothing but havoc and mayhem follow them.
The kid is Rex’s, but he left her to be cared for by this deadbeat teacher who’s got a gambling problem and is up to his neck with the Triads. They basically own him. Like I said, messy. Blade can do most of the talking. My head hurts already.
I grab my keys. Unable to stop myself, I lean down and caress those lush locks that are spread out on my pillow. So soft, almost as if it’s alive, her hair curls around my fingers.
Her eyes flutter open, and once again I’m lost, sucked into everything that’s her. It’s like we’re in a Shakespearean tragedy, one where we’re doomed, but the forces of nature won’t be denied.
“Go back to sleep, Bellezza. I’m just looking at you.” My voice sounds gravelly to my ears, but not harsh.
My hand moves to caress her cheek, thumb rubbing her lips—they’re red and swollen from my mouth. Straightening, I move to the chair for my cut, dumping my cigarette in a glass on the windowsill.
She groans. It’s raspy, sleepy, and my dick likes it. She snuggles back into my pillow, her long, sooty lashes looking like fans on her creamy skin. I jerk on my cut and pocket my cigarettes, ignoring this pull I have with her. It’s like we have this invisible string attached to us and we can’t break free.