Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“Thanks!”
As I stood there watching him continue down the hall, I thought about an earlier conversation I’d had with the girls.
“I’m over it.” Darby threw her hands and huffed, “I refuse to go out with another momma’s boy with control issues.”
“Oh, God. Don’t get me started on the control issues,” Casey grumbled. “I love Lewis, but if he doesn’t stop pouting every time he doesn’t get his way, I’m gonna lose it.”
“Ugh. I hate that.” Susana threw her head back with an aggravated groan. “I hate it even more when they try guilt-tripping you into doing stuff you don’t wanna do, like going to their stupid frat parties or staying the night when you’d rather go home.”
“What about when they try to check up on you all the time? It’s like they’re trying to catch you doing something.” Darby giggled as she added, “Which I usually am.”
“We’re dating the wrong men.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Actually, men is the wrong word. We’ve been dating boys. Immature, spoiled-rotten boys. We need to be dating men.”
“I agree.” Susana shrugged. “But men are in short supply.”
“Not around here.” I thought back to that night in the family room, and a smirk crossed my face as I confessed, “In fact, there is one that’s caught my eye, and I’m thinking about starting something up with him.”
“With who?”
“Wrath?”
“Wrath?” Darby gasped. “Our Wrath?”
“The one and only.”
“You’ve got to be kidding?”
“No, I’m not kidding. Not at all.” I twirled a strand of my hair around my finger as I told them, “I’m telling ya, I’ve dated the bankers, the lawyers, and the preppy college boys, and none of them have ever made me feel the way I do when that man looks at me.”
“He’s definitely hot, and he’s got that whole intense thing going.” Concern marked Susana’s face as she asked, “But what about your dad?”
“What about him?”
“If he even thinks about getting involved with you, Stitch will kill him!”
“Dad loves Wrath.”
“He likes Wrath. He loves you, and you know how protective he...”
Our conversation got cut short because of the fires and commotion outside, but I’d said all there was to say. I was interested in Wrath. A part of me always had been, but I’d never acted on it. I’d convinced myself that I didn’t want to get involved with a biker, especially one of the brothers I’d grown up with, so I’d never let myself consider him as an option.
After being in countless bad relationships, I was starting to reconsider.
I had no idea if Wrath would be interested in starting something up with me, but I was going to find out—one way or another.
I decided to skip going to find my father and went straight to my room. I went over to my desk and pulled up the images I’d been editing for the past three days. After spending two years studying photography, I landed a job with an up-and-coming photographer. He was amazing. He had talent that I only dreamed of having, but with his guidance, I was learning.
I had some edits that were due, but with everything that had been going on, it had been hard to get anything done. Not that I minded. I’d enjoyed hanging out with the girls, but it was time for me to get my act together.
I got to work on my edits, and by the time I was done, it was well after dark.
I decided to call it a night, and the follow morning, I woke to the sound of the guys rumbling around in the hall. Something was going on, but the brothers said nothing to anyone. They just holed up in the conference room for hours, discussing God knows what. Later that afternoon, the guys rolled out of the clubhouse looking like they were ready to fight the battle of a lifetime; only to return two hours later with the same expression on their faces.
I had a sneaking suspicion that the brothers of Satan’s Fury were facing something they’d never faced before, and it had them rattled.
And that rattled me.
It was a feeling I wasn’t accustomed to, and I didn’t like it.
I didn’t like it one bit.
CHAPTER 3
Wrath
“The whole thing was fucking bullshit,” Savage grumbled. “After everything he pulled, he’s gotta lot of fucking nerve asking us to go into business with him.”
“He’s got balls. I’ll give him that.”
“You can say that again.” The vein in Torch’s neck pulsed as he roared, “The asshole’s lucky I didn’t put a bullet in his fucking head.”
“The guy’s a goddamn lunatic,” Savage snarled. “We should’ve never let you and Bones go over there.”
Savage was right.
Bruton was a fucking lunatic.
Just twenty-four hours earlier, he’d sent drones over to the compound and dropped incineration devices that caused multiple fires on our grounds. It was a warning to release his grandson, and it was a message—one we heard loud and fucking clear. As much as we wanted to tell him to fuck off, we couldn’t. Cotton had called lockdown, so all the women and children would’ve been at risk.