Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Do the two of you ever shut up?” I was really about to pull my hair out. The girls had asked questions non-stop since the minute I’d shut the door to the cage I drove back to the clubhouse. Now we were in my office -- where I continued to pace -- and they were still talking!
They looked at each other, like they were communicating silently or some shit. It was unnerving. “Nope,” they said in unison.
“Why did you come for our sister?” I was sure this one was Apple. She was the more reserved of the pair. Sweet, but slightly tart.
“Because none of your business.” I smiled sweetly at them.
“You want to fuck her. Don’t you?” And that was Lemon. Sour to the max.
“You need to watch your fuckin’ language, girl.”
She shrugged. “Soon as you watch yours, asshole.” She had a bright smile on her face. I studied her for a long moment. To her credit, the girl didn’t back down an inch, meeting my gaze as boldly as any old lady in our club.
I lifted an eyebrow. “You’re gonna be a nightmare for me, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question.
“All depends on what you do to Danica.” Instantly, her demeanor changed. They both did. Apple stepped up beside her sister, and they both gave me a hard stare that promised if I fucked with their sister they’d definitely put poison in my coffee. Or laxatives.
Probably the latter. Just so they could see me embarrass myself. Much more satisfying than killing me.
Instead of answering them, I avoided the question by asking one of my own. “Wanna tell me how you just happened to have Deacon’s phone number to call him for help?”
Lemon raised her chin while Apple, bless her heart, ducked her head and took a small step behind her sister. “I thought you were the badass hacker of the club.” Lemon gave me a superior smirk. “Don’t you know?”
Oh no, she hadn’t…
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Oh, believe me, sugar, I will.” And yeah, the sugar was a play on her name. Judging by the way her face darkened, she got it.
“If we hadn’t, Dani’d be in jail right now. Then what would you have done?”
“Anything I had to, Lemon.” And I meant it. She held my gaze with a hard one of her own. The girl was tough, I’d give her that.
“When you figure out how we had Deacon’s number, come talk to me.” Lemon glared at me. “I’d give you more, but this should be a piece of cake for you.” With a glare, she snagged her sister’s hand and stormed out of my office.
“Where are you going?” I called after them.
“You’re the genius, asshole. Figure it out.”
“Fuck.” I scrubbed my hands through my hair. “I don’t have fuckin’ time for this.”
As I watched the sisters walk from my office through the common room, I felt a smile tug at my lips before I squashed it. I absolutely would not be amused by these two.
“You both need to be turned over someone’s knee!” I called out. Lemon just raised her hand in the air, middle finger standing prominently. My brothers hooted, so I gave ‘em the middle finger.
“Don’t worry. They’ll get it.” Deacon leaned against the wall next to my office. Big fucker had probably been standing there since I brought the girls back with me.
“You wanna explain yourself? Those two are way the fuck underage.”
“I’m aware of that. Now.” Deacon straightened. “Don’t worry. Now that I know, I’ll stay away.” He met my gaze. “Still watchin’ over ‘em.”
“Which one’s yours? Because I know you think one of ‘em is.” Which was something I’d be dissuading him of. Soon.
He shrugged, not rising to my bait. “Does it matter?”
“Yep.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Matters way the fuck up.”
“Apple. I can’t have her until she’s eighteen and I won’t go near her. But I’m gonna protect her with my life. That means I protect her sisters too, because Lemon won’t hesitate to fuck a bitch up if they fuck with Apple or Danica. And if Lemon’s hurt, Apple’d be hurt.”
“Who the fuck names their kids Lemon and Apple?” I was cranky. I needed to get to Danica. The need rode me hard to protect her and I’d had to let Raven take over that role until the situation with her and that stupid shoplifting charge was cleared up, but it ate at me. And I had no idea why. I didn’t get possessive over women. Why this one?
“That’d be Dani. She didn’t want siblings. Her mother told her to name the twins to try to get her to bond with them. So, she thought up the most ridiculous names she could to get even with her mother. Turned out, her mother’s plan worked. Dani would do anything in the world for those girls. Including giving up her future until she got them raised.”