Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I’d had enough shit today.
More than enough shit.
First my dog. Then that stupid fuck at the restaurant and now this chick.
My limit was reached, and I just couldn’t make myself care anymore.
I picked up the first thing I could off my bike, which happened to be a crowbar that I carried, then walked across the street.
“This your car?” I yelled at her, placing the crowbar just barely on the surface of her car, and looked at her.
“This is a hundred-thousand-dollar vehicle. Get your filthy hands off it,” she ordered.
I looked at her incredulously.
“You just broke my mirror, and you have the nerve to tell me not to touch your car?” I asked carefully.
The woman sneered.
She’d actually be very beautiful if she wasn’t such a bitch. Over a goddamn parking spot, at that.
Long dark hair that hung in waves down her back. A perfect little mouth. Beautiful eyes.
She was everything I would’ve gone for before Tasha. Now she didn’t do a goddamn thing for me.
Which worked well, since I was now good and pissed.
I didn’t need her crocodile tears stopping what was about to happen.
I smiled.
***
Tasha
“Uhhh,” I murmured to Mig. “You might want to come up here. Casten’s already gotten into two fights today, and I don’t think him beating the crap out of someone’s car will be as easy to write off as beating an actual person.”
“Where are you?” Mig asked casually.
I could hear shuffling as he moved, then the sound of wind as he exited wherever he was.
“Dairy Palace,” I answered just as quickly.
“Okay, I’ll be there in ten,” he said.
Shit.
Ten minutes would be too long.
Way too long.
The woman, however, wasn’t helping matters.
She spat verbal slur after slur and never once stopped to look at the crowd.
And each hit he got in, the woman started yelling louder.
She’d say something derogatory, and Casten would rear back and slam his long metal stick thingy into the woman’s car.
Both brake lights were gone. The side mirror. A window. And the windshield.
“You’re a filthy cock sucker,” the woman said shrilly. “I bet your girl there’s a whore.”
My eyes widened.
She’d have had better luck not bringing me into it, because the second she said something about me, Casten started to really put some heft behind each swing.
Metal crunched.
Glass broke.
Cell phones recorded.
It was a disaster.
“Shit,” I whispered. “Shit!”
I didn’t know what to do.
There was no way I’d be going over there to interrupt him.
He wouldn’t want me in the middle of it.
So I did what I do best. I stress ate.
My ice cream and then Casten’s.
It took me about five minutes to completely devour his and mine, but it was just long enough for another member of the club to get there. Wolf.
Wolf, I didn’t know that well.
He was scary to me. He was dark, and he had a certain edge about him that made me want to back away instead of encourage him to talk to me.
But right then, I was thankful he was such a badass looking guy.
Not that Casten wasn’t a badass in his own right, but there was just something about Wolf that screamed ‘unapproachable.’
Another man was riding on his right, a prospect that I rarely got to see since the members of The Uncertain Saints had him running around like a crazy man.
Today, though, he looked different.
And it was then I saw that he had his leather cut on, but this time it didn’t say ‘prospect’ on it. It was a fully patched member jacket.
I smiled.
I hadn’t realized that this had happened.
And I thought it was cool!
I liked ‘Core’, aka Apple Drew, a name that left much to be desired, hence the new road name, Core, that all the members and old ladies were now using.
Wolf and Core rode right up into the parking lot and parked their bikes directly beside Casten’s before heading into the fray.
But just as suddenly as he’d gone over there, Core turned around and came back, looking through the crowd.
His eyes landed on me as I sat there finishing the last of our ice cream and causing him to grin.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded.
Core was an intensely gorgeous guy.
He was what I pictured a badass biker to look like. Long, thick, blonde hair that was almost always up in a man bun…not that that was what you should call it. (Apparently, they got offended when you said they had pretty hair.)
He had a beard that rivaled any beard.
It was much longer than Casten’s and, at times, I would say it was a bit unkempt.
Except that wasn’t the look he was trying to accomplish, he just plain old didn’t care.
He had blazing blue eyes, the color a clear sky blue, that I was used to seeing shimmering with laughter.
“I’m fine,” I smiled. “Thank you.”
He nodded and turned to watch what was happening behind him, crossing his arms over his chest and making the muscles in his back flex and bunch.