Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
According to Kim, the men would be wearing their leather cuts. They refused to dress in suits or to take this wedding seriously. She was tempted to pour red wine over her dress to match the occasion. If they didn’t have to take it seriously, why did she?
Closing her eyes, she threw her hands up in the air, feeling the shot work its way over her body. She’d never been a heavy drinker, in fact, she never drank. There was one time she and Petal had tried a bottle of whiskey that Petal had taken from her parents’ stash. They hadn’t liked it at all.
She opened her eyes as Petal let out a frustrated sigh. There was a guy attempting to wrap an arm around her waist. Just as she was about to stop him, someone grabbed her around the waist. Glancing behind her, she didn’t recognize the man, but he looked completely wasted.
“Get off.” She tried to wriggle away from him.
The guy who held Petal kept trying to pull her away. Rosalie grunted, trying to slam her heeled shoe on his foot, but he kept moving.
“Fuck, you feel good. I’ve never been one for a fatty but I think I’d make an exception for you.”
How dare he? Petal was getting angrier, trying to sink her nails in.
Rosalie jammed her elbow into his ribs and suddenly, she was let go. Spinning around, she saw Colt had grabbed the man by his hair, and she had a feeling he wasn’t being gentle about it.
“Get the fuck off me!”
Colt used his other hand to wrap his fingers around the man’s throat.
Several people on the dance floor quickly moved away from the scene. Rosalie didn’t want to be thankful to Colt, but she also saw one of his men had dealt with Petal’s problem as well. She went straight to her friend and pulled her off the dance floor, heading over to the bar. Kim waited for them.
“Are you okay?” Kim asked.
“I’m fine.”
Her hands shook a little and her mother came to her. “Rose, you’re shaking.”
“It’s fine. It’s all fine.” She tried to force a smile to her lips. “When will men learn that dancing doesn’t mean they get a chance?”
“Men are dicks,” Kim said.
“Agreed.” Rosalie didn’t even want to drink anymore. All she’d wanted to do tonight was spend it at home with her mother and best friend. Instead, Kim had insisted. “I’m just going to get some air.”
“Do you want me to come with?” Petal asked.
“No, that’s fine.” She tried to force a smile to reassure everyone.
She moved her way through the crowd, heading toward the main door. Sliding outside, she appreciated the late night. It was cool against her skin and she was able to breathe a little easier.
Some couples were milling around having a smoke. Rosalie moved away, avoiding them. She hated the smell of cigarette smoke. It always reminded her of her father, and whenever he came around, her mother always ended up hurting.
She stepped away, tilted her head back, and looked up at the sky. It was a clear night, beautiful in fact. Tomorrow was her birthday. She doubted anyone but her mother and Petal knew. She’d not told Kim. She’d not told anyone else, not even Warden, who’d insisted on seeing her a few times as well.
Wrapping her arms around her waist, she tried to think of a way out of tomorrow. She never wanted to be part of her father’s world. Whenever Petal tried to visit the two MC clubs in the past, Rosalie had been the one to stop her.
“So, is that what you are, a tease?”
She spun to see Colt approaching.
“Seriously, you think me pushing him away is the tease, that I in some way wanted his attention?”
“You dance like that and you’re going to be wanted.”
“Dance like what?” Rosalie threw her arms up in the air and gyrated her hips. However, there was no music so the action felt disjointed and not quite herself. Without music, there was nothing there. “Because it’s so sexy and hot, right? Or was it because Petal was there as well? Ugh, why does it always have to be the woman’s fault? Why can’t it be the dick’s fault?”
“You’re telling me you didn’t want his attention?”
“Yeah, I am, because I didn’t. I didn’t even want to be here tonight.”
“You’re not going to thank me?”
“For what?”
Colt folded his arms and stared at her.
She pointed toward the bar. “You expect me to thank you for doing a gentlemanly thing?”
“Other women would.”
She thought about the woman who’d threatened her in the bathroom. “Why don’t you go and find a couple of women who want that?” She shook her head. “I came out here for some fresh air. Not to talk to you.”
It was bad enough they were going to be married tomorrow. Rosalie stared back at the bar and then toward the open road. She didn’t want to be part of this.