Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“You can talk to me if you need to,” he said.
“You’re sweet, Hawk, thank you.” She put a hand on his shoulder and then moved up to kiss his cheek. This was Sandy all over. Never too forward but always friendly. It was why it made no sense for that piece of shit Greg to have done what he did. Not that he would excuse raping a woman. His dad had two rules: consenting women always, and no touching any kids. So, rapist and pedophiles were a no-go.
“Do you want company?” Sandy asked.
“Nah, got to go and deal with a problem.”
When Sandy offered him company, it was not of the sexual kind. She would sit with him in his office, mostly, sometimes in silence, other times they would talk about the club, or Sandy would talk about his father. He knew she missed him.
“Be careful. Diana the Desperate is in.”
She rolled her eyes. “Seriously, do the guys not see her for what she is?”
“They’re only interested in the free pussy.” He winked at her and then headed out, making his way toward his bike.
There were people making out across the wall where the bikes were. It was a good party. It had been a good, clean, easy run. One of the best he had experienced in a long time.
Straddling his bike, he turned over the engine and felt it purr to life. It was a fucking dream, especially after he had recently tuned it up. Whenever he had to ride, he always made sure his bike was in shape to make the journey. The last thing he wanted was to hit a spot of trouble, and his bike let him down. That shit had happened in the past, and his father had refused to help him. His reasoning was that it would make him a much better man, which as far as he was concerned, was bullshit.
Although, he made it back to the clubhouse with his bike, a lot of bruises, and fucking exhausted, he built his bike back up, and now he was fucking king of the road.
Taking off out of the clubhouse, he relished the feel of the wind on his face. This was what it was all about. The freedom to be his own man. The open road, where nothing could bind him. Where there was no fucking control.
This was freedom.
This was everything.
And all too soon, it came to an end as he found the trailer park with her address. While she’d been working at the supermarket, he’d already taken a trip to her trailer park. It wasn’t in a bad section, but even still, it wasn’t the most secure, and he knew the rents on these were not cheap. The landlord who owned them was a piece of shit. Larry, the landlord, was fucking cheap and didn’t pay to get the trailers cleaned after previous tenants had either died or torn up the place.
Nikki’s trailer was decent and clean. He had a feeling she was responsible for that, though, not Larry.
Parking his bike close to her trailer, he saw the glow from inside and knew she was still home. He couldn’t help but smile as he climbed off his bike and made his way to the door. He gave it a knock. Seconds passed. He heard movement, and then her voice.
“Who is it?” she asked.
Sweet victory.
“Who do you think?” he asked.
Now that got her attention, as the lock flicked and the door opened. It was the kind that opened toward her rather than outward.
She looked at him and frowned. Well, she wasn’t wearing clothes to go out. It looked like she had on a robe, and her hair was pinned back. Her face was very clean.
“Hawk, what are you doing here?” she asked.
“I came to see you. I did tell you I would come and find you.”
“But, how do you know where I live?”
“I have my ways.”
“Your ways.” She frowned and then sighed. “Diana.”
“Yep, your friend is not quite a friend. You might want to be careful about what you let her know.” He was being very friendly.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“I’m waiting to be invited in. Seeing as you wouldn’t come to my party, I figured I had to come to yours.” He held onto the doorframe either side and leaned in. “Or are you the rude kind, Nikki?”
He waited.
Nikki sighed and then stepped back, allowing him to enter.
Her trailer was small, and he had a horrible feeling he made it even smaller. He was not a small guy. Years of working out, lifting weights, keeping himself in the peak of fitness had seen to that.
“Uh,” she said, looking down one section of her trailer where a small table was, and then in the corner, where there was a sofa.
The main table, which was small, looked like it could only manage two people. There were several products laid out on the table, along with a mirror. He didn’t recognize what they were, but he had a feeling she’d been giving herself a beauty treatment.