Wild Fire – Chaos Read Online Kristen Ashley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
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Murtagh immediately started purring and butting his mother’s jaw with his head.

“Jesus Christ,” Hound grunted then scowled at Dutch. “You know now I’m gonna have to get her a fuckin’ cat.”

“What are you all doing here?” Dutch asked.

“When did you get a cat?” Jagger asked in return.

“What are you doing here?” Dutch repeated. Then he looked to his mother. “And where’s Wilder?”

“We do know how to get a babysitter for your little brother, Dutch,” she replied. “Bev and Tad are with him. It’s getting late. Close to his bedtime. And anyway, his presence during this visit is unnecessary.”

His five-year-old brother’s presence wasn’t necessary during this visit?

“Okay, then someone answer my first question,” Dutch demanded.

They all looked at each other.

“Do I need to read minds? Go out and get some tarot cards? What the fuck?” Dutch prompted.

“Cool it, son,” Hound said.

“Not feelin’ cool with you all here, acting weird,” Dutch returned.

“We’re not acting weird,” his mom said.

“No one’s answering my question, that’s weird,” Dutch replied.

“Gotta admit, it is weird,” his mother said under her breath to Hound.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Dutch said to the ceiling.

“You haven’t been to the shop in five days,” Hound declared.

Dutch looked to him.

“And you came to the Compound, got toasted, when you never get toasted, and crashed there, when you rarely crash there,” Jag put in.

“On top of not being in the shop for five days,” Hound said. “In fact, you haven’t been back on Chaos at all since you tied one on.”

“A brother does what he does. The shop not been covered?” Dutch asked.

“You know it has, but that’s not the issue,” Hound answered.

“What’s the issue that means you all show up unannounced at my house and act weird?” Dutch pushed. “I haven’t disappeared. It’s not like I’m not answering texts. I’ve just been busy.”

“With what?” Jag asked.

“That’s my business,” Dutch answered.

“Dude, we’re just worried about you,” Jag replied.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” Dutch stated.

“Now, Dutch,” his mother said.

And that was all she said.

Shit, shit, shit.

“I’m good, Ma,” he lied.

She gave him a look that said she knew he was lying.

Fuck.

“Listen, I just got something I’m workin’ out. I’m on it. It’s cool. And when I feel like sharing, I’ll—”

Dutch didn’t finish that.

His back straightened.

Jag and Hound both looked toward the side door.

Murtagh called, “Mwrr.”

And Georgie could be heard shouting, “Oh my God! Remind me never to agree to do anything like that again. I do not care how righteous the cause. You were so right. That Jackson guy is pond scum. He—”

She stopped speaking and stopped moving when she was one step into the living room, her face going pale as she stared at his family.

But Dutch’s vision was blurry, his head was fuzzed, and his palms were itching when he turned her way and barked, “What?”

She jolted and looked to him, whispering, “What, what, baby?”

He prowled to her, asking, “What’d that Jackson guy do?”

“Uh,” she mumbled, eyes huge in her face and aimed up at him as he stopped in front of her. “Your family is here.”

“What’d he do that you’re here barely an hour after I left you?” he demanded.

“Can we just say he wasn’t a gentleman?” she tried.

“No,” he bit.

She put her hand to his sternum, leaned in and said, “Your family is here, honey, like, right here.”

“Um, hello there. I’m Dutch’s mother, Keely. And who might you be?” his ma said close to his left side.

“Jesus, Georgiana, what’re you doin’ here?” Jagger asked from close to his right.

“Everyone out,” Hound ordered at his back.

That was Hound, always at his back.

Definitely literally, and now figuratively.

“Not on your goddamned life, cowboy,” his mother decreed.

Shit.

“I’m thinking there are other good reasons I wore this dress tonight,” Georgie muttered.

He wanted to think she was funny.

He was not finding anything funny.

“You okay?” he asked her.

“He just made a pass. I deflected. Took off. But, uh…” Her eyes went side to side, before she finished, “my mission was not accomplished.”

“Hound, my love, my husband, father of one of my sons, dad to all, do you know how interesting I find all this?” his mother called, even though Hound was probably three inches away from her.

“Baby,” Hound grunted like he was trying not to laugh.

“Very interesting,” his mother answered herself.

“Hi.” Georgiana jumped forward, extending her hand toward Keely. “I’m Georgiana Traylor. And Dutch and I are, um…we’re, uh…”

Dutch shifted, slung an arm around her shoulders, and said, “It’s Georgie’s cat, Ma.”

“I see,” Keely said, lifting a hand and taking Georgie’s. “Nice to meet you, Georgiana.”

“She’s Carolyn’s sister,” Jagger shared when Keely let her go.

“Is she now?” Keely asked, her eyes narrowing.

And it was the first time Dutch had any indication his mother had Carolyn’s number.

Jagger was grinning massively, shoving his way in front of Hound, arms crossed on his chest. “Did you two hook up after Carolyn and I couldn’t give Georgie a ride from the airport?”


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