Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 28434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“Let me go,” I mutter.
Vincent leans down, rubbing his lips against my neck.
“It’s not what you think,” he mumbles, placing a soft kiss behind my ear. He’s completely foreign from the brute he was earlier when he had my wrist bound with his belt.
“Let. Me. Go,” I say between gritted teeth. All the white-hot desire I felt for him washes away. Nothing better to kill a mood than thinking about spending the rest of your life in prison. And that’s exactly what Vincent could do to me.
I drop his hand from my waist and turn to look up at him.
My heart gives a traitorous jump at the defeated, miserable look on his face.
“I’m not here as a fed, I—”
I halt his words with a raised hand. How could a man I’ve known less than an hour rouse all these emotions in me? I want to scream and shout in his face. I feel like he’s just taken something that I want away from me. I never planned to try to keep him, but realizing that I can’t makes me want to punch someone again. With my luck it would only make him look more handsome.
“Name,” I say, wanting to confirm something I feared when the Five Aces called him a fed. Something that Pres told me days ago.
“Vincent Cassano”
I close my eyes in pain before opening them to glare at him. Vincent Cassano. The fed who has been sniffing around about the guns, the same one asking questions about me. The one Pres told me to keep an eye out for.
“You tried to fucking play me?”
“No!” he barks, taking a step towards me that I only match in retreat.
“You want to question me, you call my lawyer. I said all I had to say about the guns and anything else…” I let the last part hang, wondering if this is indeed about Texas. I know I’m wanted for questioning but they can’t make me go back without an extradition process. Besides, they never sent anyone to question me. Just a few queries over the phone where I also let them know not to call me again, but call my lawyer.
“I swear this isn’t about that, I’d never do anything to hurt you.” He says it with such conviction that I want to believe him, but I can’t. I shouldn’t be mad at him, because I would do just about anything for my brothers, and maybe he’ll do anything for the feds. I can’t be mad at that kind of devotion. In fact, I should have some level of respect for it, but I can’t see past my anger.
“Stay the fuck away from me. I don’t give two fucks what you were up to,” I say, turning to leave the bar. I have one thought on my mind now. My brothers need to know what happened tonight, and they need to know now.
Peeling out of the parking lot, I make my way over to the bar most of the club members hang out at. It’s a mile down the road from the range and club, which sit on the outskirts of Kansas City, but it’s the closest place for the guys to get some easy ass. The bar has a few small stages in it, and the later the night gets, the greater the number of drunk girls taking off their clothes. Pres doesn’t allow sweet butts into the club, so this is where they all hang out. Shit went down when he took over, and a lot of trouble came from the random women around the club. He nipped that shit in the ass, so only old ladies are allowed in the club now. If you want a quick fuck you have to go down the road, or hope one of the old ladies likes to be shared. It is like shooting fish in a barrel down there for them. Women know that’s where the Ghost Riders like to hang, and they flock there. As much as I love my brothers, I’d rather not see them fucking. And no way could I ever fuck any of them.
Pulling up to the front of the bar, I don’t see Pres’s chopper sitting out front, so I circle around the back. I see Pinch, a new prospect, leaning up against the side of the bar with a woman on her knees in front of him, sucking his cock.
Coming to a stop, I roll my window down and whistle to get his attention.
“Casper,” he says, still letting the woman continue to suck him off. He grips her hair tighter, pushing her further down his cock.
“You see Pres tonight?”
“I’m not his fucking keeper. You out stalking his ass or something? You really his side piece?” His words grind on my nerves worse than they normally do.
Seconds later, he cums in the woman's mouth, pissing me off further because he’s getting off while being a fuckhead to me. It’s been a while since I’ve had to deal with someone’s mouth about being in the club, but this kid is new so maybe he doesn’t know any better. It’s time he learned a thing or two about respect.
The woman gets up from her knees shooting me a death glare, like I want to take this piece of shit from her. Pinch whispers something into her ear before she scurries back inside the bar. Just what I was waiting for.
Pulling out a smoke he lights it, leaning back against the brick wall of the bar.
“Got nothing to say, Casper? Now that the entire club isn’t beside you to shut someone down, you don’t seem to run your mouth as much.”
He’s a hundred percent right. I won’t get out of my truck and walk over there looking for a fist fight. Some might call me a pussy for that, but I don’t give a flying fuck. He’s also right that if anyone tries to physical with me, my brothers get in their face, because let's be honest, I can’t win. And I have no problem letting them do it for me. Just like they have no problem sticking me in the hills, or on the top of buildings to do what I’m best at. We all have our skills and we use them for each other.