Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 126840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
“Girl, you so are!” the woman shouted gleefully.
“You hear that?” Marcy asked.
“Where are you?” Bree asked back.
Marcy didn’t answer her.
She said, “Hellen is tough. She’s over him and doesn’t give a shit. But Kyra thought more of you. You hurt her with this. You hurt her, Bree.”
“Well, I’m not with him anymore. We broke up. He flipped out Hellen caught us. He’s still in love with her. Like, right in front of me he chose her. So you all can be happy.”
Core made a scary noise behind me, and I dropped my head.
Needless to say, I kinda skirted that part in my retelling of the situation.
Kyra walked up at that juncture and took the phone from Marcy.
“You’re not nice,” she said into it, hit a button and handed it back to Marce. “She’s stupid. This is stupid. Aren’t we supposed to be at a party?”
“Damn straight, darlin’,” a man I’d gauge was at least a decade older than Core called.
I felt Core’s heat behind me.
“You got something to share?” he asked.
I whipped around. “It wasn’t necessary information.”
His brows shot up. “How could he choose you?”
“He just”—I flicked my hands out at the sides—“asked me if we could go somewhere and talk when she was right there. That’s it. Obviously, I didn’t go anywhere to talk with him.”
“Why didn’t you share this with me?”
“I don’t know,” I noted sarcastically. “I mean, what I did share got you telling me I told you so and gloating about how much I love your cock. So leaving them to their damage so I could get to you when Bryan made it clear he wasn’t over me, what would that get me?”
Core scowled down at me.
I glared up at him.
An arm caught me around my chest and yanked me backward into a solid body as a man shouted, “I vote she’s in!”
I looked up to see Eight had hold of me.
“All in favor,” he yelled.
There was a chorus of, “Ayes!”
Well, at least that happened.
“We’re claiming her friends too,” the woman on the couch called.
I looked toward Marcy and Kyra. Kyra looked shy and pleased. Marcy smiled slowly at me.
A very pretty woman got close, hooked her arm with mine, pulled me away from Eight and toward the bar, saying, “Hi. I’m Janna. I’m Beck’s. And I think you need a drink.”
No truer words had ever been spoken.
I went with her, glaring over my shoulder at Core.
But he was over it.
I knew with the soft look on his face, the tenderness in his eyes.
He knew I loved him.
And he loved me back.
So okay.
I was over it too.
18
PAST SINS AND ALL
Core
Core sat at the bar.
Muzzle was next to him, back to the bar, elbows on it.
Both of them had heads turned toward the pool table where Spartan was absolutely murdering Hellen at a game of pool.
She was terrible.
It was hilarious.
Marcy, who they’d learned that night knew her way around a stick, thought this was as funny as Core did, and she was alternately giving Hellen shit and trying to teach her how to play.
Spartan wasn’t holding back on giving her shit either.
But there was his woman, she didn’t get pissed they were ribbing her. She was shoveling it right back.
Peanut and Rainman were taking her back, both of them trying to break Spartan’s concentration.
But the man had probably played five thousand games of pool in his life. Core knew through experience he could wipe the floor with you in his sleep.
As shit as she was at it, she had no chance.
Still, in the thick of this, there she was, fancy cream sweater tucked in just at the button of her jeans, strutting around the table in her high-heeled booties, wearing fuck-me makeup and having get-on-your-knees hair, total style and still looking born to be in the clubhouse of an MC.
Core knew it would be like that.
And he knew the crew would dig her.
Kyra and Janna were curled up together in a couch, half watching what was happening at the pool table, half bonding.
“Seems that crew might even out, they take on Janna,” Muzzle noted.
It was true.
Two outgoing women who called them as they saw them, two women who were good to show their soft side.
Maybe that was why Bree didn’t fit. She didn’t sound like she was the first, she also wasn’t the last.
Odd man out never felt good, but she sure as fuck found a shit way to cut herself loose.
Janna was like Kyra, and then some. Janna was shy, quiet, could sometimes be straitlaced. She hadn’t slotted into the old lady role easily. Beck had his work cut out for him to make her feel part of the family.
He put that work in, she got there.
That said, Janna was no Queen Bee.
She wasn’t like Tyra had been during Tack’s tenure as President of the Chaos MC. And she wasn’t like Rebel was now that Rush was prez.