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)
“What does Greece or France have to do with Miss Cutter’s mural?” Tony asks.
“That’s where they have all those statues with a man’s junk on them,” she explains.
“Oh, yeah. You know men back in those times didn’t have any length at all. Not sure why they wanted to model for the sculptors. I mean I wouldn’t want the world to know hundreds of years later that I was packing a teeny weenie,” he grumbles.
That’s when I lose it, I laugh so hard that my head goes back. I can’t contain it any longer.
Lara continues snickering and Tony joins her this time. “Let’s go get the rest of Miss Cutter’s supplies from her car,” she suggests. I’m still laughing as they walk away. My eyes are wet from hilarity. I love those two kids. I’m trying to dry the tears running down my cheeks by lifting my arm and doing my best to dab my eyes with my shirt—without touching my face with my charcoal covered fingers. That is not an easy task. Still, if I don’t outline using charcoal and then shade it with my fingers, it makes painting a million times harder—especially on a brick wall.
I freeze when I hear the sound of a motorcycle, the engine roars as it barrels down the small two-lane road that makes up Mainstreet. My head jerks up on instinct and my breath seems to lodge in my chest as I meet the gaze of the rider. He stops the bike right in front of me.
I drink him in. He’s beautiful. There’s no other way to say it. His dark hair is short, yet still messily cut in a way that makes you think it still needs a trim. His beautiful brown eyes are intense and makes my heart flutter. I can’t force myself to turn away, so I just stand still—like an idiot—as he gets off his bike with a smooth grace that I’ve never seen in a man. I need to snap out of it, but at this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if my mouth isn’t open with my tongue lolling to the side. My heart changes from fluttering to running away with me when he speaks with a deep, raspy voice that sets my nerve endings on fire.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he purrs and it’s all I can do to keep myself from melting. Instead of worrying I’d be a puddle on the concrete, I should have worried about acting like an idiot.
“You talking to me?” I ask, sounding like a breathless, female version of Robert DeNiro from a movie I watched years ago. I face palm immediately, wishing the ground would swallow me whole.
God, I’m such an idiot.
3 GRIFTER
I’ve spent the day going through every piece of the small town of Dreary as Hell. You wouldn’t think it would take that long—especially since population records say only two thousand people live here. I’m bone tired and just want to get back to the clubhouse and meet with the men and Scorpion.
I wouldn’t say I’ve had trouble from the men today, but for the most part they haven’t really said much to me either. Me, C, Cowboy and a guy they call Savage have been together all day. Oddly enough, I’m actually liking them. We’ve just circled back to have dinner at the diner here in the middle of town. After seeing what the club girls made for breakfast, it feels like the safer option.
If there is good news about today, it’s the fact that despite the fact that all the men besides C have been kind of quiet, we seem to work well together. I can even admit that I like them. Hell, even Cowboy is starting to grow on me. That’s about the only thing, however. We’ve combed the area to look for a connection between the townspeople and the War Kings. I knew it wouldn’t be easy to find a trail, but I was hoping for something, even a small scrap of a clue would have worked. We’ve found nothing—which doesn’t sit well with me. During the attack against our club, The War Kings knew what we were going to do before we did it. They also knew where our safe house was. That information had to come from somewhere on the inside. I’ve been praying we’d find a weak spot in town, something to at least investigate. The fact that we haven’t, makes me think the leak is in the clubhouse itself. It’s hard enough taking over a club as an outsider. Knowing there’s an adder in the nest I’m trying to make my own is the last thing I need or want.
As we move toward the diner, I notice that blonde from yesterday. I definitely was planning on connecting with her, but I planned on doing it in a few days. The fact that she’s standing by the diner, looking like sin on a fucking stick and waiting for me to lick her from head to toe is too much to pass up. The men follow me into the parking lot of the diner. The woman is standing by the brick wall, her hands black from whatever she’s using to sketch with. Her gaze is on me—which makes my cock hard as a rock. I’m drawn to her like a damn magnet and for that reason, I don’t park with my men. I drive straight to her, park my bike and slowly climb off, tucking the arm of my shades in the collar of my tee.