Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“You got shorts under that?” he asks, his eyes roaming down my legs.
“Yeah, Prez,” I say with a stupid nervous giggle. And then because I’m a complete idiot, I lift my long, flowing white tank to prove it.
His eyes dart to my belly button ring and his smile becomes predatory. “Looking for Milk?”
I bite on my bottom lip and nod as I release my shirt. “Just wanted to say hi.”
“He’s with Juicy,” he says, his blue eyes searing into me. “They’re…preoccupied.”
My initial reaction is to blow the fuck up over this revelation, but not at Magna. Never at Magna. He scares the hell out of me.
“While my son is being entertained, why don’t you come sit in my lap and share a joint with me?”
Triple fuck.
You don’t turn down Magna.
Ever.
Until now, I’ve been smart enough to stay glued to his son’s side and never catch myself alone with him.
“Uh, yeah, sure,” I say breathily.
He watches me as I prance into the room, hoping for a carefree expression on my face. When I get close, his large hand grabs my wrist and he tugs me into his lap. I let out a squeak of surprise. His arm circles around my waist and he rests his palm on my inner thigh.
“Here,” he grunts, holding the blunt to my lips.
I hate this shit.
But I don’t dare deny him.
Taking the smallest hit known to man, I inhale the pungent smoke and try not to choke. He chuckles when I fail, landing myself in a coughing fit. He sticks the joint between his lips before sliding his palm up under the back of my tank. Gently, he pats at me under the ruse of helping me recover from my choking.
Cold dread trickles down my spine, making me shiver. He caresses my back with his calloused fingertips. Every so often, his fingers curl around my ribs. I don’t like his hand on my bare flesh, but I’m more afraid if I tell him no. Magna has fucked up many club bitches for much less offenses.
“So what’s up?” I chirp, hiding my unease.
“My dick, for one.”
Oh, God.
I laugh, pretending he’s telling a funny joke. He doesn’t laugh back. Instead, he unhooks my bra.
“Oh, uh…”
His palm slides around to cup my small breast. “Uh, what, Beauty Queen?”
Our eyes meet and his are blazing with challenge. He wants me to argue with him. To fight him. The last girl who fought him got punched in the fucking face. I like my nose and teeth. Which is why I don’t say a word when he pinches my nipple. Or when he starts to unbutton my shorts.
“I’m on my period,” I whisper. A lie that’ll probably get my ass kicked.
“I like blood.”
His finger slides down into my panties, brushing against my clit, making me whimper.
“What the fuck, Hadley? I gas up my bike and come back to you getting fingerfucked by my dad?”
I scramble away from Magna like I’ve been burned. Rather than him beating the shit out of me, he roars with laughter. And even though Milk is pissed, he grabs my wrist and pulls me to him, a possessive wave pulsating from him.
“Your girl was jealous that you were with Juicy,” Magna says, sniffing his finger that was in my panties. “I was helping her manage that anger.”
Milk grabs my jaw, glaring at me. I can smell the tequila and…pussy on his breath. Tears prickle at my eyes—angry tears of course—and I fight the wobble of my bottom lip. Milk—Junior as I call him in the bedroom—was supposed to love me like I’ve loved him since we were kids. While our daddies talked business, we’d jump on my trampoline and play with my rabbits.
“I don’t need help managing my bitch,” Milk says to his dad. “I’m about to manage her real nice.”
Magna’s laughter booms. “Good boy. But if she ever becomes too much to handle, you know I can settle her down with a firm hand and my belt.”
I shudder in Milk’s grip. He releases my jaw to grab my hand. I’m all but dragged out of his dad’s room and past the other rooms in the shitty clubhouse. Hammer’s boisterous laugh should get on my nerves, but I’m too shaken up at the moment.
Milk is never mean.
Not like Magna.
Is he that pissed at me? Like it was my fault!
We make it back to his bedroom and he slings the door shut so loudly, a bunch of shit falls off a bookshelf, crashing to the floor. I open my mouth to argue my case and then it happens. He swings at me. The moment the back of his hand connects with my cheek, I’m knocked off my high heels and fall to the bed. I’m so stunned that he raised a hand at me, all I can do is hold my cheek as tears leak out.