Torrid (Judgement #2) Read Online Abbi Glines

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Mafia, MC Tags Authors: Series: Judgement Series by Abbi Glines
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
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I straightened my shoulders. He wasn’t going to make me cower.

His eyes dropped back down to my stomach. It wasn’t big, but there was a definite bump compared to how it had been before. His nostrils flared, and I felt a small shiver as he kept looking at it.

“I don’t like you displaying yourself,” he said through clenched teeth, finally tearing his eyes off my bump and looking at me.

“It’s more than the strippers wear at your clubs,” I said, using Nina’s words, lifting my chin defiantly.

He leaned closer to me. “You’re not one of my goddamn strippers. You’re the mother of my child, and I don’t want your body on fucking display!” he ground out.

“I gave her that bikini, Prez. She wouldn’t come out here because her boobs were too big for the one she owned,” Nina said, coming up beside us.

Liam cut his eyes at her for a moment, and then they were right back on me. “Go pack your things,” he ordered.

“What?” I asked, panicked.

I had just taken up for myself. He couldn’t make me leave for that. I didn’t want to be stuck back at the bedroom at the club. I liked it here. I wasn’t alone here.

“You heard me, Liberty.”

“Prez, it was just a swim. No one has even seen her but us,” Nina said in a pleading tone.

“Country saw her,” he bit out.

“But, Prez, she—” Nina started but was cut off.

“This is not up for fucking debate!”

Her eyes flared brightly, and she glared at him. “If you hadn’t left her here, then no one would have had a chance to go sniffin’. Remember that!” she shot back at him, then turned and headed for the clubhouse.

Liam’s attention was fully on me. “Sniffin’? How much sniffin’ has he done, Liberty?”

I shook my head, worried about Country. “Nothing. None. He’s my friend!”

Liam smirked, but he looked cold and deadly. “No, Liberty, he isn’t. He’s a man. You’re a hot piece of ass. He’s not your goddamn friend. You aren’t that naive.”

I crossed my arms over my chest defensively. “I’ve made friends here. I’m not causing problems. I don’t want to go back to your strip-club bedroom. It’s loud there.”

He cracked his jaw, and his eyes were back on my stomach again. “You’re not going to the club. You’re going to my house.”

His house. I blinked, not sure I’d heard him correctly. He was taking me to his house.

“In Ocala?” I asked, suddenly worried he had one here in Miami and he was gonna dump me there and leave me alone.

He nodded.

“Oh,” I replied.

Did I want that? To live in his house with him? I felt the tingle between my legs. I knew my body wanted that. Lately, I’d found myself getting easily turned on. I pleasured myself in bed every night, remembering the day in his office before he turned cold and brought me here.

“Go pack your shit,” he said again. “I’ll be up to get it soon. And get some goddamn clothes on.” His gaze snapped back up to my face.

“Okay,” I whispered.

I shouldn’t let him talk to me like this. I didn’t deserve it. I had done all I could to be helpful while I was here. But he was taking me to his house, and I wanted to go. That man who had held my hand in the ultrasound room—I liked him. A lot. A large portion of me clung to that glimpse of him and ached for it. Even knowing it was stupid to do it.

He stepped back, and I started to walk off.

“Wait,” he said, stopping me.

I turned back around to see him taking off his vest. I stood there as he held it out to me.

“Put this on. Don’t parade around in front of anyone like that. Cover up.”

I reached out and took the vest, glancing at it, then back at him. “I’m still a little damp.”

He scowled. “I don’t give a fuck. Put it on.”

I slid an arm in one large hole, then the other. It swallowed me. Taking the sides, I held them together so that my body was no longer visible.

He nodded his head once, but said nothing. His gaze was locked on his vest as the veins in his neck stood out as he flexed. The tension was coming off him in waves, making me feel jittery. I turned and hurried for the door, needing to get away from him.

When I reached the door, I didn’t look back to see if he was following me, but went in and started for the stairs.

Jars, Nina’s husband, came stalking out of the kitchen when his eyes met mine. He stilled, taking in the vest, and the grim look on his face faded. I gave him a small wave and kept going. I couldn’t get to the room and out of this bikini fast enough. However, the smell of leather, cigarettes, and Liam wrapped around me was addictive. I wished I didn’t have to take the vest off.


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