Wild Fire – Chaos Read Online Kristen Ashley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
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Jagger’s expression opened up huge, this accompanying the grin that spread on his mouth.

There it was.

Georgie was right.

Dutch needed his family.

And his family needed him.

“I got her,” Dutch finished.

“I want a breakfast toaster from Sonic,” Georgie snuffled in his neck.

Dutch couldn’t stop his smile.

That was his girl.

Take a hit.

Bounce right back.

“I could eat a toaster,” Roscoe decreed.

“Three a’ those for us, brothers,” Dutch told Jagger and Roscoe. “And some Cinnasnacks.”

“I want Cinnasnacks too,” Georgie blubbered.

“On it,” Jagger said, sounding amused. “And by the way, sweet robe, Georgie.”

Dutch looked to the ceiling.

“Shut up, Jagger,” Georgie said to his neck.

Dutch turned his eyes back to his brother just in time to catch Jag’s usual congenial-asshole grin.

“Yo, I’m Roscoe,” Roscoe called.

“Nice t’meet you, Roscoe,” Georgie sniveled into his neck, taking an arm from around him to reach it behind her and wave a hand a Roscoe.

Now Dutch was finding it hard not to bust a gut laughing.

“Brother, that ass,” Roscoe declared in the tone you used to say, Niiiiice.

“Fuck off and get us food, Coe,” Dutch ordered.

He got a jerk of a chin from Roscoe, another grin from Jagger, and they took off.

Dutch gave her a minute and then he leaned back a bit and forced her to face him with a hand gentle on her jaw.

Christ, she was even gorgeous with red eyes and crying face.

“You gonna be okay?” he asked.

“That was off-the-hook bad,” she answered.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“Like, I could think of a lot of ways that would go, all of them ranging from bad to baddest of bad, and that was worse than all of them…by far.”

“Yup,” he said.

“But maybe it’ll be what she needs to get better,” she suggested.

He doubted it.

That was extreme, but addicts usually had to fall a lot farther than that before they sorted their shit.

“Maybe,” he allowed.

“And bright side, your biker brother digs my ass.”

Dutch didn’t consider that a bright side, but for her, he’d roll with it.

“Yeah.”

Her gaze moved over his face before she rested her cheekbone on his chest and her weight into his body.

He gave her more than a minute to do that.

Then he said, “Babe, I wanna be there for you, but we got a day to tackle. And I think that’ll help you get your mind off shit. So, since you got a thing about mascara and foundation, and I absolutely do not, except I dig what you do with it, you get the shower first.”

He heard and felt her draw in breath, then her cheek slid on his chest when she nodded.

She gave him a squeeze.

He gave her one back and let her go.

“Come on, Murtagh, time to shower,” she called to the cat, and kept talking as she started walking. “Warning, Dutch, he’s a bathroom cat in all the incarnations of that.”

Dutch had already discovered this fact.

“So noted,” he said, moving to the kitchen, and his phone to see if anyone reported in about Carlyle.

But he stopped when Georgie cried, “There it is! You’ve stolen my cat!”

He looked to her, then down to the floor where Murtagh was entering the kitchen behind him.

“He’s a bathroom cat and he knows I’m going there and he’s sticking by you,” Georgie said.

He looked to her. “Babe, grab a shower.”

“I can’t believe you stole my cat,” she snapped.

“Georgie, get in the shower.”

“This is unacceptable,” she decreed.

“You can get in the shower or I’ll carry you there and take one with you, which means we’ll be fuckin’ in there when Jagger and Roscoe show, and they won’t knock on the door before they come in my house. So they’ll hear me fuckin’ you because you make noise, gorgeous. And I like it. And I bet the boys will like it too because they’ll have it as fodder to give you shit about until the day you die.”

That got her.

Though she glared at him before she whirled and flounced down his hall.

But when she did, he learned she was right.

Because, even when Dutch went to the bedroom to rescue his coffee, then came back to the kitchen, Murtagh stuck by him the whole way.

So he’d stolen her cat.

He wasn’t too cut up about it.

And he suspected, neither was she.

Chapter Eight

Gone to the Loss

Dutch

“Before we vote, we need to talk a minute about Dutch goin’ to fuckin’ Nightingale before he brought this to his brothers,” Arlo declared, interrupting what Dutch was saying in order to do it.

“There aren’t enough words in the English language to describe what a massive waste of time that would be,” Shy replied.

“There are less of them to describe how little I care,” Chill added.

“Are we even gonna waste time voting? I mean, this kid is out there looking for his dad’s killer and he might have a target on his back,” Boz stated.

“My vote is in,” Hop said.

“Same,” High grunted.

“Totally,” Dog said.



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