Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
When I first met my sister, we quickly became friends. And I do remember her telling me Rebel was interested in me. At the time, I didn’t believe her. I was convinced she was imaginin’ things. Bein’ new ta the club, she didn’t know our history.
Maybe that’s what made it so easy for her ta see it, though. Maybe lookin’ in from the outside was the answer all along. But there’s no need ta worry about it now, because we’re finally in a good place.
Just then, the door opens and the heavy boots of the men returnin’ echo through the house and into the lounge where we’re sittin’.
“Are ye gossipin’ about us?” Monster asks the moment he enters the room, makin’ a beeline fer Miren.
“Yeah, you should be so lucky,” she responds cheekily as he lifts her to her feet and throws her over his shoulder. “Put me down, Monster.”
His only response is a deep chuckle as they disappear down the passage, and all the way, I can hear Miren cursin’ him out.
“There’s my girl,” Rebel says when he enters alongside Racer and Hades.
He saunters over ta me, and gives me a long, deep kiss that has the two lads whistlin’ and has me blushin’. I’m not used to shows of public affection yet. Even if they all know about our feelin’s, paradin’ them out in the open is still new ta me.
“I missed ye,” I tell him when he flops down beside me on the sofa and rests his boots on the table in front of him. “Get yer feet down,” I scold him, only ta have him chuckle.
“She’s already cracking the whip, mate,” Hades tells Rebel and winks at me when I pin him with a playful glare. “Hey, I’m just saying.”
Hades and his twin brother have been with the club fer years, and they’ve always been good ta me, ever since I first arrived. I don’t know much about their backstory, but I do know it’s a roller coaster of emotions.
“Aye,” I tell Hades. “I’m pretty sure, one day, ye’re goin’ta have an old lady who’ll be crackin’ the whip.”
He laughs out loud, the sound a rumble. “I’ll be a bachelor forever,” he says in his English accent. I know they’re from the Northeast, but I can’t remember where exactly.
“I think ye’re goin’ta need ta move outta Belfast,” Racer says. “Ye’ve already shagged all the single women in the city.”
The guys guffaw at this, and all I can do is roll my eyes. Men. They’re insufferable. But to be fair, the twins are both single, and I can’t judge anyone fer their choices in life. I do know they’re good lads, and they’ll make some girl happy if they ever decided ta give love a chance.
Just then, the doorbell goes, which is strange. None of the prospects are allowed ta send anyone ta the door without consent from one of the patched-in members.
“I’ll go,” Racer says, pushin’ ta his feet and leavin’ the room.
“Wonder who the fuck that is,” Hades remarks.
We haven’t had any visitors at the club fer a long while. None of the brothers have had anyone come ta see them, and they’ve not brought any random women home.
When Racer returns, there’s a woman followin’ close behind him. With her, is a little girl who can’t be more than six or seven. She’s adorable, holdin’ onto a teddy bear as if her life depends on it.
Rebel tenses beside me when he looks up and sees the woman. Then he pushes to his feet, and his voice comes out in a deep rumble. “Orla?”
“Ronan.” She’s uses his real name, which means she knows him from before he joined the club.
“What are ye doin’ here?” he asks her, but when his gaze falls to the little girl, his hands fist at his sides.
When I take her in, I realise just how much she looks like the man I love. My chest tightens as I consider the possibility of what this means. Fer a moment, we were happy, but I think that idyll is about ta be shattered with the stranger now standin’ in our livin’ room.
The woman, Orla, looks at Rebel. “Can we talk?”
“We’re just on our way out,” Hades announces as he and Racer both get ta their feet. They rush out of the lounge, leavin’ me sittin’ on my own, shock racin’ through my veins.
That’s when she looks at me, and suddenly, I begin ta feel as if I’m intrudin’ on her and Rebel’s reconciliation. But then he turns and holds out his hand ta me, and I take it, even though my nerves have me tremblin’.
He pulls me up ta stand beside him before he says, “Aye, we can talk, but whatever ye have ta tell me, ye can tell me in front of Callia.”