Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
We'd been in a lot of scary situations together when we were in the Marines. I don’t know what it is, but we have a way of being able to read each other without words. I don’t even have to be looking at him to feel a change in him. I immediately go on high alert, my eyes following his line of sight toward the main entrance of the club.
My eyes land on a tiny little thing with long, dark hair in a white frilly summer dress. She might be short, but my eyes trail down her toned legs to a pair of simple sneakers. Nothing about what she’s wearing screams for attention, but nonetheless she has all of mine.
She’s standing in front of Marks with her hands on her hips. Another girl that I know has to be with her stands behind her. She’s about the same height as my girl.
“Blonde is mine,” Arch growls.
“What blonde?” I’m already in motion, heading toward my future wife.
The two innocent girls are going to get eaten alive. In a church they might blend in, but here in the middle of a full-blown party at an MC club, they stick out like a sore thumb. As I draw closer, I realize I’m wrong. My girl would stand out no matter where she was.
There is no missing that mane of dark hair that flows past her shoulders in silky waves. Or the bright green eyes that are almost too big for her face that make her look as though she were one of those porcelain dolls. The spray of freckles across her nose and cheeks lets me know she doesn't have a drop of makeup on either. It’s all natural beauty. She doesn’t even have to try. She’s perfect.
“Good response. I’d hate to have to kill you after all these years,” Arch says as we draw closer to the two girls that Marks is about to let into the devil's den. It’s then I realize Arch was referring to the girl standing behind mine.
Marks’ eyes roam all over my girl's chest, trying to steal a peek down the front of her dress. Anger fills me at the thought of him seeing what belongs to me and only me. She has a nice set of tits, but the dress is covering them except for a very small peek at the top that Marks is more than willing to try to take advantage of with his eyes. I’m about to remove them from his head.
I finally understand the whole less is more saying. Because even though my girl isn’t revealing a ton, I’ve never seen anything hotter on a woman in my life.
“I’ll handle this,” I say to Marks as I tap him on the back, letting him know to get lost. My stare never wavers from my girl. And when her gorgeous green eyes with the gold specks inside of them snap up to meet mine, I know then that I’ll never be the same. That this pretty little thing is going to own me for the rest of my life.
I’ve struck gold again.
4
Olivia
As one scary man is pushed aside, another one takes his place. This one is bigger and way freaking hotter. Vee said this was going to be easy. That we’d be able to slip inside and blend in with the rest of the people.
It hasn’t worked out that way for us. While the others got to walk right in, we were stopped the second we stepped in the door by a big man in a black leather vest. The words Road Captain were written across it.
He easily towered over me, but most people do. I was still trying to decide if his head was shaved because he was going for the whole Bruce Willis thing or if he was bald because of his age.
I’ve been trying to get my dad to do the shaved head thing, but he’s been reluctant. Vee nudges me in the back, likely knowing I’ve gone off topic in my own head. My mind always seems to drift when I get nervous. I think it’s my way of dealing with things sometimes.
“Okay, we’re not twenty-one. You caught us. What are you, the police or something?” I throw my hands up. At the word police, everyone turns and looks our way. Vee tries to hide herself behind my back, hating any kind of attention. “We’re not the police,” I quickly add.
We’re so not getting in here. Instead of helping my brothers, it looks as though I’m the one that’s going to be calling for backup with the way this is going. I should stop talking, but I can’t seem to help myself.
“I’m implying that you are acting as if you’re the police.” I lift my chin while pretending to smooth out any wrinkles in my dress.