Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
This is going to be fun.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Lucky
“Are you bored as fuck over there with the princess or have you bent her over and fucked her senseless yet?” Banger, the club’s Road Captain, gives me one of his raunchy laughs that makes him sound like a pervert over the phone. Yet, I can’t help joining in, shaking my head at the delicious image.
“Not bored, no.” I sigh and push off the bed, pacing the length of the guestroom across from Aria’s.
“Also, not fucking her senseless.” Even though I want to fuck her more than I want my next breath at this point.
“Damn man, you’re slippin’. She’s hot as fuck.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I’m also protecting her, remember?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he says dismissively. “Pussy.”
“Did you call just to fuck with me or what?”
Banger laughs. “Nah, fucking with you is a bonus. I called for a reason,” he replies in a serious tone. “Remember I told you about my old life before Reckless Souls?”
I nod even though he can’t see me. “I remember. The Bloodthirsty Fuckers or some shit like that?”
“Bloodthirsty Devils, that’s my old gang, and guess what?”
“What,” I ask, even though I know what’s coming next.
“They’re back in my life thanks to that dead fucker, Emiliano. And because they know where I am and who I’m with, it’s not just me they’re after.”
Shit. “That’s tough, brother. But you did leave the gang, so they were probably always after you. Emiliano just helped them find you.”
“Yeah, I fucking know that, but now our MC is in their crosshairs too, and that shit is eating me up.”
The last thing we want is for our old lives to come back to bite the MC in the ass. “What can I do?”
“I wish I fucking knew, brother. Demon is a fucking psycho, and he’s probably gotten worse over the years.”
His words shake loose the memory of that red lowrider, and I feel a clutch in my chest. “They might be closer than you think.” I describe the two times it stalked us to illustrate how serious this shit is.
“Fuck, man, don’t tell me that. Willow already says I’m being too overprotective,” he snorts. “How can a man wanting to protect his woman be too any goddamn thing, brother?”
I sigh because I don’t have a woman, but I have an Aria, and I know how much she resents me being here. I also know I’d protect her with my life.
“You do what needs to be done when it comes to keeping your woman safe. She’ll forgive you when she’s around to forgive you.”
Banger snorts again, and I can hear his frustration coming through loud and clear.
“I know, Banger, but now ain’t the time to get all defeatist and shit, ya feel me? You know these assholes, and more than that, you know their weaknesses. Let’s hit them there and make it fucking hurt. I wish I was there to help.”
Instead, I’m stuck here babysitting this tempting as fuck woman who hates my fucking existence.
“We all have our parts to play, Lucky, and right now, your part is princess-sitting Aria, which is already helping the MC. Shades says those ledgers have some really interesting shit in ‘em.”
My ears perk up at the mention of the ledgers. “Yeah? What did he find?”
“Didn’t say yet, only that he found interesting shit. I’ll let you know, but man, I need to go. You comin’ around again anytime soon?”
I laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “You tell me, brother. You know exactly where I am. And where I’ll be for the foreseeable future.”
With Geoffrey in the custody of the feds, this could be a long assignment, but like Banger said, we all have our parts to play. Right now, my part is half babysitter and half bodyguard.
The call ends, and I search for the body I’m protecting because she’s not in her room and she’s not in the kitchen. The fucking house has so many goddamn rooms she could be anywhere. Since I don’t think she’s dumb enough to leave the house without me, I take my time going from room to room to find her.
At the end of a dark hall, I spot large wooden doors open slightly. As I get closer, I see a sliver of bookshelves, and I step just over the threshold. Aria sits behind a giant wooden desk, and I catch her by surprise.
“What are you doing?”
She startles, then looks up with a smirk. “Snooping, duh.”
“Why?”
“Because,” she sighs and meets my stare head-on. “I have a feeling there’s a lot I don’t know, and I’m sick of being in the dark. You probably know more about my father than I do.”
Something about the vulnerability in her voice gets to me, and instead of giving her shit, I step closer to the desk.
“I like snooping. Want some help?”