Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“For the love of God, please don’t finish that sentence,” Brooks demanded.
Despite having no relation or deep history with the girls, he always had this frustrated big brother attitude toward them.
“Fiiine,” Layna said, climbing off of his chair. “But if you kick him out, all bets are off, and I can do anything I want,” she said, her little smirk saying she thought she had Brooks between a rock and a hard place with that one.
“I like her,” Sully declared after she sauntered her ass out of the clubhouse.
“She’s off-limits,” Brooks barked.
“Well, she will be,” Sully said.
“Will be?” Brooks asked.
“Yeah, after the president, Fallon was it?” Sully asked, suddenly looking a lot less boyish, and a lot more shrewd. “Agrees to let me prospect.”
“Fucking hell,” Brooks said, head tipping up at the sky like he was looking for a higher power to send him a little patience.
It was right then that our newest prospect, a tall, dark-haired, tatted, bearded Texan biker named Sutton, walked in.
His gaze went to Brooks first, taking in his tense expression, then looking over at the source of it.
I saw the recognition hit, then something like annoyance, maybe?
“Sutt!” Sully greeted him, all boyish charm again, arms spreading wide. “What are the chances of seeing you here?”
“Pretty high since you are only here because of me,” Sutton said, suspicious gaze putting both Brooks and me on edge.
“How do you know him?” Brooks asked.
“Childhood friend,” Sutton explained, a muscle ticking in his jaw.
“Don’t have an accent,” I said, making everyone’s gaze slip toward me.
“Shit. That’s like some fucking Vin Diesel voice shit,” Sully said, brows raised.
“He wasn’t in Texas long,” Sutton explained.
“Dad did a lot of consulting work all over the world,” Sully supplied.
“Last I heard, the Army had swallowed you up,” Sutton said, eyes on his former childhood friend, and everything about him said that there was some sort of bad blood between them. Even if Sully didn’t have the same tells.
“They spit me back out,” Sully said, shrugging it off.
“When?” Sutton demanded.
“Three years back? Something like that.”
“Why?” Sutton asked, and it was the first time I saw a trace of irritation cross Sully’s features. But it was gone just as quick as it came up.
“I figure I might as well save my breath for telling all of this to the president,” Sully said, shrugging, but he wasn’t as loose and carefree as he’d been before Sutton walked in.
When Sutton’s gaze slid to Brooks, Brooks sighed. “I’ll call him,” he declared, already reaching for his phone as he moved outside.
Sutton was opening his mouth to say something to his former friend when Nave suddenly appeared out of the prospect room, coming to a stop as he sensed the tension in the room.
“New prospect?” Nave asked, looking at Sully.
“Yes,” Sully said.
“No,” Sutton said at the same time.
“Just when I was thinking that things were getting dull around here,” Nave said with a head shake.
“Dull?” Sutton shot back. “In Navesink Bank?” he asked.
“Fair,” Nave said, nodding.
He might have been out of the loop for a while before he finally came home to prospect, but everyone had filled him in on all the shit that had gone down while he was away.
I swear that shit could fill up a couple dozen books.
Before anyone else could say anything, Brooks was coming back inside. “Fallon is on his way to work this shit out,” he said, waving between Sutton and Sully.
Sutton stared at Sully for another beat before he suddenly unglued and walked off to the kitchen.
“He grew up pleasant,” Sully said, looking back at the TV.
The thing was, Sutton actually was a pretty chill guy. Laid-back, a little on the sarcastic side. Sure, the man looked like a walking criminal record, and I suspected that Fallon was maybe feeling him out for leading up a sister chapter, but he wasn’t a moody fuck. Which meant there was definitely some history between the two. And that there was likely something darker underneath Sully’s affable personality.
Nave moved in closer to me, looking toward the new possible prospect. “Think Callow knows him?” he asked.
I hadn’t thought of that.
Callow was one of the newer guys too. Unlike Sutton, though, we were pretty sure he meant to hang around in Navesink Bank. He’d been an army brat, but he’d been from the area originally. Seemed like after serving, he was looking to settle somewhere familiar.
Objectively, Callow was older than Sully. He was older than most of us, save for the OG guys and Cary. But that didn’t mean shit in the service.
Almost like we’d fucking called the man up, the door opened, and in was walking Callow and Dezi, who was carrying about four donut boxes.
“Got donuts,” Dezi declared. “Sprung for a whole box of cinnamon rolls too,” he added. “My girl got that fuck-you money,” he said, smiling, chest puffed, proud of the woman he pulled. And as much as Dezi and I were never going to be best friends, even I had to admit that he’d lucked out with Theo.