Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Jesus, it’s ridiculous. I’ve jerked off to her memory almost every fucking night. It’s not natural. I don’t understand why she’s still in my head—why I still want her. I began thinking that maybe, if I could heal the rift between Beau and the club that would get her out of my head. The longer this is going on, I’m pretty sure that theory is complete shit. I’ve never—not ever—been unable to move on to another woman. Not since I got shed of Robin. I’ve refused to get caught up in another woman’s schemes ever since. I fuck who I want and when I want. That’s who I’ve been for the last nine years. It’s not what I envisioned for my life. I have always wanted what my parents had. Still, it’s who I became, and I was okay with it. I seriously was—unless you look at the last three months when I’m fucking tore up over a woman. I don’t understand why I haven’t walked away completely yet.
I don’t have a fucking clue.
My head jerks up when the door to my room slams against the wall and my father stalks forward, looking ready to kill. I drop my magazine on the floor and get up from the oversized, seen-better-days, black armchair I’m in.
“What the hell, Dad?” I snap, facing him head-on.
Before he answers me, he turns, grabs the door and slams it shut. “Close your fucking mouth. I want to know what the hell you did to Beau, and I want to know now.”
“I told you it was just a misunderstanding,” I mutter, raking my hands through my hair. I’m not ready for this conversation. Hell, I may never be ready for it—at least not with my father. I know it’s something I need to talk to Beau about—if she ever lets me have the chance.
“Fuck that. I just left Beau and the grudge she’s got against you is massive. It’s not a misunderstanding. So, you are going to tell me what the hell you did and you’re going to tell me now.”
I’m getting ready to turn twenty-eight. That means I’ve seen my dad pissed a myriad of ways. None of them have been good. Dad likes to say that Mom has the temper of the family. Truth be told, Mom does have a horrible temper, but she can’t hold a candle to Dad’s. Still, I’m not a damn kid any longer and I don’t much appreciate him coming into my room at the compound, treating me like one.
“You must have missed it, old man, but I’ve passed the age where my father can get up in my shit. I’ll find a way to talk to Beau. We will work this out.”
“That’s where you’re fucking wrong. When you fuck up this massively to the point it affects a relationship that is vital to the club’s survival, you don’t get that luxury. Now, tell me how you hurt Beau.”
“Why is this girl so important to you and Skull? I don’t understand the dynamic. It’s not like you and Mom, or Skull and Aunt Beth invited Beau to family dinners or holidays. I don’t remember her ever being around. If she was so all-fired important, why the hell didn’t you try to bring her into the fold? How am I just now hearing about her?”
“She’s club. That’s all you need to know.”
“Bullshit! That tells me nothing.”
“It does, you just aren’t listening. You need to listen, BB. You also need to stay away from Beau. Don’t breathe her air. If you see her across a crowded room or across the fucking street, you turn around and don’t walk,” he growls, “you fucking run the other direction.”
“Jesus,” I snap.
“Am I clear?”
“This is my life you’re fucking with here.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. This has not one damn thing to do with you. This is Beau’s life. That woman deserves to have peace. She’s a good woman. She’s not one of your fuck-toys. So, you listen to me and confirm you get me, BB. You stay away from Beau.”
“And if I don’t?” I growl.
“Then you’ll force our hand. You’re one of the leaders of this club, son. You’re my flesh and blood. I love that you got to take over my role here. I’m coming after you on this for your own fucking good. If you fight this, you will lose the club. That’s how important this contract is to us right now, but it’s more than that. We took a blood oath, a pact formed with Beau’s father. Beau is protected by us—by the Devil’s Blaze. You can’t break that. You try and none of us will like how it turns out. Beau asked you to stay away from her and by God, BB, you need to stay away.”
I pick up a damn book that I purchased last week. It was one I was going to give Beau as a peace offering. It was lame. It was a signed copy of something the clerk called a coffee table book, of photographs of the most famous cars in Hollywood history. It was lame, I knew it, but I also knew that Beau would like it—or at least I thought she would. Because of that, I picked it up on a whim. The problem is that I can never give it to her, because she won’t see me and made sure her men always blocked me from getting close to her.