Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
“Wasn’t my fault!” a man from the corner yells. “It was Chi-Chi. That bitch didn’t tell me she had them. Me and some guys partied there and had no idea we were packing them around on our clothes.”
“Chi-Chi?” I question C quietly.
“Club whore. She moved on after the bed bug incident. I hear she’s been a regular in the War Kings den.”
“What the fuck? She have any details that could nail the club to the wall?”
“Nah, man. We don’t allow women in on the workings of the club,” he responds at once.
“Hm …,” I hum, not happy about this loose end. She lived here, and women are smarter than most men give them credit for. She knows shit. Hell, at the bare minimum she knows the entrances and exits of this place—as well as the nightly habits of the members. That’s bad enough. Still, I’d lay dollars to doughnuts the girl knows even more. I push those thoughts away for now. That’s a problem to address after I sleep. “I’ll just go to the motel. I’ll need to get my shit anyway. My truck is there with a trailer,” I explain, not wanting to add that I don’t exactly trust the men here not to do shit to my stuff.
“I’ll oversee it myself with a couple of prospects. Toss me your keys. I’ll show you your room here. It’s been cleaned and ready for you. I’ll also have one of the girls bring you some food. We had supper not even an hour ago. There should be plenty of shit to fix you a tray.”
I study C. I’m not sure how I feel about this club just yet, but I trust this man completely. I reach in my pocket and pull out my keys. “I’ll walk out with you. I need to get my phone and wallet. I locked them up in my saddle bag.”
“What the fuck did you do that for?”
“Wasn’t sure of the reception I was going to receive. If I had to knock some heads together, I wanted to make sure those were safe.”
He laughs but doesn’t say anything more. He knows I learned my lessons the hard way. At last count, I’ve gone through at least twenty cellphones. Now, I take precautions, mostly because I got tired of the process of getting a new one.
When we step outside, the sunlight catches a mural across the street. It’s a building about a block down from the garage and the on the front and side of the structure is a picture of a winged horse soaring up in the sky. There’s also a moon and stars shining everywhere around it. The horse is white, but it looks like its coat is covered in glitter that is even brighter than the painted stars. The mural is beautiful but looks entirely out of place in this neighborhood. It does match the whimsical and colorful paintings downtown. At once, I realize that the work all belongs to the same artist.
My heart goes crazy when I hear the sound of a woman laughing. Hearing it, does something to me. It rains down on me with the force of an eighty-pound hammer, but it isn’t painful. It’s something else altogether. The sound is gentle, sweet, and so warm that it made me ache, causing an erection that I really shouldn’t have, given that it was just from a woman laughing. What the hell?
My gaze moved to find the source and there she was—definitely heart-stopping. From this distance, it’s hard to tell, but I’d venture to say the woman was tiny. I’d say five-four to five-five in height—and that was being generous. In fact, it is almost as generous as the voluptuous curves of her hips and the ample cleavage of her breasts. I could only see the side view of her face as she was talking to a boy—who couldn’t be more than twelve. I knew there was nothing romantic between them. The woman has to be in her mid-twenties. Still, the fact that he is standing so close to her and gets to enjoy her laughter so freely grates on my nerves. My hand tightens up into a fist. Her laughter should belong only to me, that smile on her full lips is meant for my eyes only. The long wavy blonde hair that falls to her fucking delicious ass is meant for my hands to wrap in as she takes my cock.
Fuck, she is spectacular.
She is light in a darkness that had infiltrated my soul years ago. A source of comfort that I didn’t think could penetrate the shell of the man I had slowly become over the last few years.
Almost as if she could feel my eyes staring at her, she turned to look at me. Our gazes connect and I swear to God, it feels as if I had been struck by lightning. I wanted her. No, it was more than that. As I continue to watch her, I have to acknowledge the truth. I needed her with a hunger that I had never felt in my life. It was as if there was an invisible string between us, drawing me to her and pulling me to get closer. I hold back my groan because even from this distance, I could see her tongue come out and lick against her lips.