Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“I’ll do shots with you.” Percy thumps his hand on the bar.
“Let’s do pussy shots!” someone else bellows. Lifting a brunette onto the bar, her ass balancing on the edge, Percy joins him with dragging her panties down her legs, relieving her of the only piece of clothing she had on. Other brothers crowd around. She leans back as the prospect behind the bar holds a bottle of tequila between her tits and pours the liquid. The path flows down her abdomen, pooling in her belly button, and trickling down over her shaved pussy. One by one, they take turns between her thighs, swallowing the liquid dripping there.
Knocking back a shot of tequila, Kitty throws her hands up and sashays backward toward the dancefloor, wall-to-wall with leather and sin. “Stay where I can see you,” I shout over the crowd.
“Yes, mom.” She snorts.
“You want company, sweet ass?” That fucking term again. The yeti grins, moving into my space and showing a row of white teeth with one missing. I can’t tell if he’s good looking or not under all that facial hair, but he has pretty eyes. “I’ve been on the road. A warm cunt to sink into would be so, so nice.” The horse cock of a dildo comes to mind, and my thighs squeeze closed.
“Why don’t you go fuck yourself?” My smile is deathly sweet. A bark of laughter booms from him, making me startle.
“I bet you like a fist in your cunt, don’t ya?” He winks, then picks up his beer and moves to one of the blonde triplets who just approached the bar to collect a tray of drinks.
“Hey, sweet ass,” he croons. She smiles back at him like it’s a compliment.
Searching the room, I push my way through the sweaty bodies, on the hunt for Kitty. Georgina’s shoulder barges into me, and I lose my balance before righting myself. “Really?” I snap.
“Why are you still here?” she asks, glaring at me.
“Me? Didn’t you get thrown out?” I have to lean in to make sure she can hear me over the noise.
Jerking her hand forward, she chucks a full glass of red wine down my top. “Oops. Slipped.”
“You fucking whore.” I grit out.
“Careful, Princess, I know your secret.”
Fuck her. I lunge, digging my fingernails into her windpipe. Her ass hits the lip of a nearby table. Her back crashes across it, knocking drinks to the floor. The occupants leap to their feet to avoid the splash. I climb over her, smashing my bottle against the wood edge, almost slipping in the liquid. Pushing the glass into the supple skin of her neck, I grin like a sociopath.
“Who can you tell if I slit your vocal cords?” She claws at my arm, her eyes wild. “You ever threaten me again, I’ll kill you,” I warn her.
Strong arms encompass my waist, yanking me away from her. Callan’s scent engulfs me as Grease pulls Georgina to her feet. I want to lean into Callan, surround myself in him, but I remove myself from his grip. “She started it,” I defend.
“No fighting in the club. You know the rules.”
The rules are ridiculous. She needs put in her place. Preferably, far away from me.
“Not the entertainment I came for, but good nonetheless,” the yeti booms.
“You’re a fucking psycho!” Georgina screeches, frantically touching her throat and checking her hands for blood. My knees sting. My heart pumps out of control. I feel crazed and unsettled with her knowing my secret and having power over me.
“Georgina, come on.” Callan reaches a hand out for her to grasp.
Her.
I stare at his back as he leaves the room to help a limping Georgina. I didn’t touch her damn foot, why the hell is she limping!
Fuck this.
I march down the hall to Kitty’s room and knock lightly before opening the door, half expecting to find her crashed out on the bed, but it’s empty. Her shit is all over the place, but her room offers me comfort. Closing the door, I flick the lock, then whip the top over my head and kick off the jeans she loaned me, dumping them in a laundry basket by the door with Kitty’s dirty clothes strewn around it.
If the wine doesn’t come out, I’ll have to get it dry cleaned and bill that hostile witch. I move to her dresser and swipe a pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt out just as a door opens across the room.
“What the fuck?” Kitty’s voice rings out, her tone coated with the buzz of alcohol.
“What the fuck?” I repeat back to her.
She’s come from her en suite naked with Tim standing behind her.
“Rogue.” She swallows, pointing a finger toward me. “What the fuck is that tattoo?”
Even knowing exactly what she’s talking about, my head drops down to look all the same.
Dammit.
CHAPTER 19