Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Hunter picked up his pace and he straddled his bike. She didn’t want to get on the back of his bike, because a woman riding at the back of a Hell’s Bastards MC meant something.
“Climb on, Harlow.”
“This doesn’t mean anything.”
“It means something and you know it. Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”
She gave him the address of the hotel. Only because Hailey had slipped up when she was questioning her, and gave it.
Hunter turned over the ignition and Harlow let out a little yelp. She didn’t want this to mean anything. She still hated him and she would never forgive him. He was the enemy.
“You’re going to have to hold onto me, babe.”
“Don’t call me babe.”
He grabbed her hands and wrapped them around his waist. She didn’t want to hold on, but she did so because she would rather not get flung off by not being practical.
Harlow tried not to panic.
He took off into the night, and she tried not to think about how good it was to be on the back of his bike. All she wanted to do was think of it as a death trap. This wasn’t a good feeling. She hated the wind in her hair. He didn’t have a helmet and she just knew he was taking it slow for her benefit.
Harlow kept her eyes closed and waited for the ride to be over. Although she did enjoy it, and it did feel amazing to be on the back of his bike, with her arms wrapped around him, and the buzz of the engine beneath her.
She tried to ignore everything she loved about the machine, about the man, and tried to focus on the reason she didn’t like him anymore. It was hard to do.
All she wanted was to love him, to forget about the past. His words were like a mantra inside her head, slicing through her heart. How could she trust him? When he broke things off with her, he was cruel and didn’t care about her thoughts or feelings.
What if he was looking for fun again? She didn’t want to fall for him, ever.
They arrived at the hotel, and Harlow didn’t wait for him to help her off. As soon as she was able, she got off the bike and stepped onto solid ground. There was no relief in not holding onto him, which she hated. Rather than look at him, she folded her arms across her chest, hoping to keep herself in check.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”
“Harlow—”
“Can we just get this over with? I don’t want Hailey to be hurt.” She started to walk toward the main building of the hotel. It was not a large building. Each room was individual and could be reached from the outside. There was a small lit reception room, but Harlow didn’t go to it. The rooms were labeled, and she found the one Hailey had let slip.
Standing outside the room, she felt her heart sink.
This was bad.
“What do we do if he’s armed?” Harlow asked.
She shouldn’t have been surprised when Hunter reached into his jacket. “I’m ready.”
Staring at the doorknob, Harlow felt sick. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Knock and call her name.”
Harlow clenched her hand into a fist, and what got her to knock on the door was the memory of that man’s hands wrapped around her throat, preparing to choke the life out of her. There hadn’t been a single care in the world. Hurting her had meant nothing to him.
The moment she knocked, she heard a squeal. It was a single sound and she looked toward Hunter with fear and panic. She was about to start banging on the door, demanding her friend come out, but Hunter simply lifted his foot and slammed it against the door.
Hailey and her Lover Boy had put the chain lock in place, but it was no match for the force of Hunter’s boot. The door swung open and Harlow rushed inside, and wasn’t expecting to see what she saw.
It wasn’t Cadeon with Hailey at all.
She looked toward Hailey, and other than having red swollen lips, and hair that had clearly been mussed and touched, everything that a good fuck could cause, Hailey was fine.
“What the fuck?” Kinky asked.
“Harlow, what is going on?” Hailey asked, scrambling to get off the bed, and as she did so, she wrapped a blanket around her.
Kinky stood before them completely naked, without a care in the world. He didn’t even try to hide his dick. Harlow refused to look at it.
This was not good.
“Hi,” Harlow said. For once in her life words failed her. She didn’t know what to say or do, so she merely smiled at her friend.
“What is going on?” Hailey asked. She held onto the blanket for dear life.
“I, ugh, I thought that your Lover Boy might be … someone who is … not a good guy.”