Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 80261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
I cocked my head to the side, giving her what she wanted. “Taz is an Outlaw. He’s a criminal. That’s a one percenter, Haven. He does whatever my old man orders him to do. Smuggles drugs, guns, shit… The list is never-ending. That’s the man who’s been fucking with you.”
“And what about you? You’re no better.”
“You’re preaching to the choir, Peach.”
She jerked back. “Taz has been nothing but nice to me.”
“He wants to fuck you.”
“Yeah?” She abruptly stood. “Well at least some one does and isn’t pretending to.”
In three strides, I was blocking her way to the door.
“What, Hayes?” she challenged, crossing her arms over her chest. “Are you going to beat me up too for not listening to you?”
I deeply growled, gripping onto the back of her neck to tug her toward me. “I don’t hit women.”
“No, you just manhandle them.”
“Just you, sweetheart.”
Through a clenched jaw, she snarled, “Let go of me.”
“Fuck. No. You wanted answers. I’m giving them to you. Now you don’t get to run away from me because you don’t like what you’re hearing.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she mocked. “How about I get on my knees for you instead?”
“That’s the last thing I want.”
She grimaced, it was quick, but I saw it. “No shit.”
“You weren’t supposed to see that today.”
“So that makes it okay?”
“I’m not a one percenter, Haven.”
“Then what are you?”
I didn’t hesitate in confessing, “I ask myself that every day.”
“If you’re not a one percenter then why do you run this biker bar with your dad?”
“Not everyone was raised in a cookie cutter home.”
“You don’t know anything about how I was raised. You have no idea what I’ve gone through.”
My gaze shifted to her eyebrow scar.
“What, Hayes? You think I don’t catch you staring at my scar? Just fucking ask me. I know you want to."
I slowly let her go, sincerely questioning, “What are you doing here?”
“I came in early—”
“No. I want to know why you’re working here? Out of all the places to work, why here?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me.”
“Why?”
“For fuck’s sake! We can go around in circles playing this game.”
“You should know, you’re all about playing games. I never thought you’d be such a good liar.”
“What do you want from me, Haven? I may not be a one percenter, but don’t think for one second, I’m a better man than them.”
“Bullshit! If that were true, you wouldn’t be pretending to want me.”
“I never said I was pretending.”
She jerked back again. “Then why do you only touch me when people are around us?”
“Peach…”
“No! Don’t Peach me! You can’t beat the living shit out of someone and claim that’s for me and then shut me out again.”
“Is that what you want? For me to let you in? Where exactly is that? Huh? My bed? My cock? Tell me, sweetheart. What part of my fucked-up life would you like me to let you in on?”
I never expected her to place her hand over my heart. Her delicate touch burned my skin.
“What about here, Hayes? How do I get in there?”
“After what you just witnessed, you should be running far away from me and this bar.”
She lightly gasped. “Is that why you did it? To scare me away?”
“You need to go.”
“No, you need to stop telling me what to do. I’m a big girl. You have no idea what I’ve been through. I’m not as naive as you think I am.”
There was no getting through to her, so I defaulted to what came natural to me.
“I told you from day one,” I reminded her, mindful of how my next words would destroy her. Hating myself more than I already did, I shoved her hand away and viciously spewed…
“Little girl pussy doesn’t get me hard.”
Eleven
Haven
“T-A-K-E, take that ball away! Hey, hey, hey, hey! T-A-K-E, take that ball away!” I cheered at the football game later that night.
The score was thirty to thirteen. Our team was on fire that night, they were unstoppable. I used the fun distraction the best way I could, not wanting to think about Hayes. The shit he put me through that morning wasn’t anything I could have ever predicted, but you’d think I’d get used to the unexpected when it came to him.
I hadn’t.
Although, I wished I had.
I couldn’t believe him. He was getting worse as the days carried on. I desperately tried not to think about him, but it was no use. My brain seemed to only have one thought and it was consumed solely by him.
“Are you okay?” Cove questioned after the game we won.
I was sitting in the back of one of the football player’s trucks. Half of our school was hanging out in an almost empty parking lot near our rival school. It wasn’t lost on me we were in Hayes’s part of town. One thing was for sure, there were a ton of bikers on their Harleys driving through their city. Way more than I saw where I lived.