Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Didn’t your mother teach you to keep your hands to yourself before you lose them?”
The second man with long blond hair laughed. “Hear that, Grinder? The old bitch is giving us…ow! You fucking bitch!”
Sadie flashed a mischievous smile at the blond man’s cry of pain when she stuck her knife through the top of his hand. “With age comes wisdom, asshole.”
Then, for extra measure, she twisted the knife and stood over him, using both hands to free the blade from his mangled tendons and muscles.
Grinder, the bald fuck, was on Sadie in an instant, yanking her back by her hair and that small cry of pain, the only vulnerability she would allow, sent fire through my veins.
“You shouldn’t have done that, bitch.”
Before Sadie could do more than stumble, I had an arm around his throat and yanked back until he was on the ground.
“You shouldn’t put your dirty hands on a woman unless she asks.”
“Don’t be stupid, old man.” The words came out between clenched teeth. Instead of responding, I pulled his arm over my knee, slowly, at first, and then quickly until it snapped. His loud cry of pain drew attention.
“Thomas?” Kat’s confused expression was no surprise. Sadie dealt with her kids on a need-to-know basis. Other than Jasper and Virgil, they believed me to be nothing more than a valet. A servant.
“Take Kat and head toward the door,” I growled at Sadie, who smiled at me with heat in her eyes.
The blond came at me, a gun in his hand that wasn’t bloody. “You’re dead, motherfucker.” He lunged forward with the black nine-millimeter aimed at my head.
It wasn’t the first time, and with the life I led, it wouldn’t be the last. I ducked down and jabbed his stomach twice and then his chest. The injured hand gripped his midsection, and he swung at me with the gun. The force of my forearm lowering down on his arm had him doubled over. I took the gun and cracked him over the head with it.
“Stay down!” I ordered.
Young bucks always wanted to fight, to keep going when they didn’t have any gas left in the tank.
Being an older man, I knew better. And I also knew young guys never saw me coming. “Dead. Mother. Fucker.”
I nodded at his words and removed the bullets from the gun, quickly taking it apart. I let all the pieces fall on top of him, one final act of humiliation.
“I look forward to it.” I stood and headed toward the back exit, pausing when I saw that Sadie and Kat hadn’t made it but two feet away.
“What the fuck, girls? Get the hell out of here.”
Sadie only arched a brow while Kat stared at me like I was a two-headed snake.
“Let’s go.” I put an arm around each of them and looked back just as more leather vest-clad bikers headed our way.
“Quickly, please.” I ushered them out into the alley where Oliver waited for us. I shoved them both into the back seat of the SUV and closed the door before I hopped in the front passenger seat.
“Holy. Shit. Thomas.” Kat’s volume was a little loud, a combination of alcohol and the loud bar at play. “I never knew you could do that. Fuck. You’re like some secret badass. Damn. Fucking badass!”
I flashed a small, bland smile. I’d been with these kids their entire lives, and they didn’t know much about me, other than I rarely strayed too far from their mother’s side. I didn’t expect them to know because, as far as they were concerned, I was just the help. They treated me with respect and that was exactly what I wanted.
I knew my place in the Ashby family as well as the Ashby Organization.
Kat went on and on about my fighting skills to no one in particular, just basic drunk babbling. Sadie, however, remained silent. I knew exactly what that meant.
The same thing it always meant.
Terry met us outside the manor and took Kat inside their place while Oliver took the SUV to the garage, leaving me to put Sadie to bed.
Sadie was never, ever an easy woman. But, when she was a little bit drunk, she was handsy and horny.
“Fuck, it took too damn long to get home,” she moaned and pressed her body against mine. Her lips and teeth nipped at my jaw, my neck. One hand wrapped around my cock and squeezed it because drunk Sadie liked to fuck.
Specifically, she wanted to fuck me.
Here, in the confines of her bedroom, Sadie liked to believe she was in charge. She wasn’t. It was my cock she craved, which meant I was in charge.
“Tell me what you want, Sadie.”
She smiled and gripped my cock hard. That pulled a groan from me.
“You know what I want, Thomas. I want you to fuck me.”