Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Have you lost your fucking mind?” I roar turning on her.
Her eyes widen, realizing she’s pushed me too far.
“Kid,” she says lowering her voice to try to defuse the situation and not bring the attention of everyone in the room. It’s too late; I already feel everyone’s eyes on me. “Should we go somewhere and talk?”
“As if,” I sneer, “I’d ever be caught fucking dead anywhere alone with you!”
She narrows her eyes at me. “You act like I sought you out. You fucked me, not the other way around.”
“Everyone here has fucked you!” I wave my hand around the group including every biker in the room. It’s almost comical when I see Kincaid holding his hands up and shaking his head ‘no’ as Emmalyn looks over at him.
“You knew I was hers,” I say pointing to Khloe, who is looking on with bleary eyes. “I told you that the last time I made the mistake of taking you to my room. I didn’t fuck you then! Why would I want to fuck you after losing my memory?”
She opens her mouth and closes it several times without a sound coming out.
“I never should’ve propositioned you. That’s on me,” I say slapping my hand roughly against my chest. “But you should have shot me down. As a woman who claims to be loyal to this club, you don’t act like it. I may not have known better at the time, but you did! It’s some backhanded bullshit that you did. We don’t need shady bitches like you in this club. We deal with enough chaos in the field to have to come home to conniving whores like you!”
“Enough, brother.” Kincaid put his hand on my shoulder. He knows it had to be said; it’s the only reason he’s allowed it to go on as long as he has, but when the Prez says enough is enough, you listen.
“I don’t want you near me. You see me coming, you sure as fuck better turn and walk the other way.”
I send every ounce of hatred in my body her direction as she begins to cry and rushes out of the front door. I hope that bitch stays away forever. My hands are trembling as I sit back down on the sofa beside Kincaid and polish off the rest of my beer.
One more look at Khloe is the final straw. Itchy isn’t paying any attention to her, but her hand has once again managed to find its way to his knee.
I jump up from the couch. “Enough of this shit,” I hiss.
“Easy, brother,” I hear from behind me as Kincaid realizes how pissed I still am. Itchy’s eyes widen, certain I’m about to attack him. I can’t place any blame on him. I don’t blame her either, but I won’t sit here any longer and watch her act like this.
I scoop her up in my arms and carry her out of the room. I can’t help but moan softly when she nuzzles into my neck. The feel of her in my arms again calms every nerve that was set on end by Snapper and her bullshit.
I close us into her room and place her gently on the bed. I watch in awe as she pulls her dress over her head and tosses it to the floor. Her perfect, firm breasts bounce as she lowers her arms back down.
“You going to fuck me now?” She asks seductively even though she looks like she can hardly hold her eyes open.
“No,” I say and turn to her dresser. I grab the first t-shirt from the top drawer, knowing it’s where she keeps her sleep shirts.
I toss her the shirt, and she immediately begins to pull it over her head.
“Is it because my hair's not red enough for you?” she spits tugging at her beautiful auburn locks. Her breath hitches. “Why do I repulse you?” She says to my back as I turn away from her.
“I’m not repulsed by you, Sweet Girl,” I say turning back to face her so she can see the sincerity in my eyes. “I love you.”
“No,” she says angrily. “You don’t get to say those words to me after what you’ve done.”
“My actions while I was hurt don’t change how I feel now that my memory is back, Khloe.”
She lies back on her pillow, looking beautiful with her hair fanned out. The shirt I tossed to her is the one she was wearing when I woke up with her hands on my body. I’ve had it for years, and it’s recently become my favorite.
“Did you love me?” I ask uncertain if I even want to hear her answer.
I see a tear force itself out of the corner of her closed eye. “What difference does it make?”
“It’s something I can build on, Sweet Girl,” I say against her forehead before pulling the covers up over her body.