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 pushed the red door once he caught up with me, and my gaze went directly to the kitchen. It was dinnertime, and I knew Nina and Goldie would be back there, cooking. I did miss that. It had been fun, working back there together to feed everyone. Although living with Liam was far superior than my time here. Because I had him with me.

Goldie noticed me first and threw the pot holder in her hand down, then raced over to hug me with a squeal. I heard several greetings called out to Liam from the men in the room, but my attention was on the woman in front of me. She let me go, standing back to place her hands on my stomach.

“Oh my God, you are the cutest damn thing I have ever seen with this tiny baby bump,” she gushed.

“Move. My turn,” Nina told her as she pushed Goldie over and wrapped her arms around my neck. “It’s so good to see you,” she said as she hugged me tightly.

“It’s good to see you too. Both of you,” I replied, smiling over Nina’s shoulder at Goldie.

Nina grabbed my hands as she stood back and studied me. “She’s right. You make pregnancy look good. Hell, maybe I’ll try it after all. If I can be promised I’ll look like this.”

Liam’s hand slid over my hip and squeezed me gently. Nina noticed the contact, and a pleased smile touched her lips as she let go of my hands and stepped back.

“I’m glad to see things are going well,” she said, giving Liam a knowing look before turning her attention back to me.

Although I knew what she was referring to, I wasn’t sure how Liam would react to someone pointing it out. I decided to detour the conversation.

“Baby is healthy. Heartbeat was great,” I told her.

Her smile softened. “How much longer until we know what it is?” She paused, then narrowed her eyes. “We are going to find out the sex, right?”

“We’d better!” Goldie said. “How will we be able to start buying things if we don’t know?”

Liam leaned down to my ear. “I’ll let these two have you. I’m going to go visit with the guys,” he whispered.

I nodded, feeling my cheeks warm at the way he was treating me. The last time we had been here together, he’d barely tolerated me. Him acting as if we were a couple made me feel as if we truly were.

He glanced at the women in front of me. “She’s yours—for now,” he told them. “And, yes, we are going to find out the sex.”

Both women squealed, Goldie clapping her hands as she grinned. Nina reached for my hand and tugged it toward the kitchen while leaning close to me.

“I don’t know what excites me more—learning the sex or the fact that Prez is acting like you’re his most prized possession.”

Hearing that sent my stomach fluttering, but I knew it wasn’t wise to let them believe that was the truth. We weren’t there, and we might never be. Until Liam told me his feelings had changed, our future was still unknown.

“It’s just the pregnancy,” I told her as she led me behind the bar and into the kitchen.

Goldie followed behind, but close enough to hear what was being said.

“I disagree,” Nina said in a singsong voice. “I’ve known the man for seven years, and not one time have I seen him treat a woman like that.”

I shrugged. “Well, none of the others were pregnant with his child,” I pointed out, trying to keep my head in reality and not let it zoom to the clouds.

Nina walked over to the oven to open it. “Mmhmm,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “I’m sure that’s all it is.”

Goldie leaned a hip against the edge of the counter and wagged her eyebrows at me. “Jars said Prez had you wrapped up in his cut last time you were here.”

Nina placed a pan of cornbread on a hot plate, then gave me a pointed look. “And that sure as hell has never happened. Judgment don’t put their cut on any woman unless they’re staking a claim. And when I say claim, I mean ole-lady status. That, and being put on the back of his bike.”

I frowned. “The back of his bike?” I asked, wondering what that meant exactly.

Sometimes, biker talk didn’t mean what it sounded like. I’d learned that by living here for two weeks.

Nina placed a hand on her hip. “Exactly what I said. If Prez puts his cut on you or puts you on the back of his bike, that is a major deal. It’s saying, She’s mine. And, honey, he ain’t ever done that.”

I licked my bottom lip and glanced over at where he sat on a sofa. He was talking to Brick at the moment, but there were others around him. I didn’t much care for the blonde woman sitting on the armrest, entirely too close to him. I’d seen her here once before. I knew she worked at one of their clubs. Nina had called her Demi.


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