Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“Where in the hell is Nicholas or someone else?” she spat at me. “Fucking anyone else but you.”
“Get on the bike,” I ground out through clenched teeth.
“Fucking make me,” she smarted off, crossing her arms over her chest. Her breasts pushed up higher, and my eyes flickered to them before focusing back on her face. She glowered at me. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
I gripped her arms tightly, making her wince slightly in pain. “Don’t think that being in public will save your ass, Katie. Get on the damn bike. I have bigger things to worry about than you being a fucking priss, alright?”
She clenched her jaw. I could see in her eyes that she wanted to fight me on this. I tightened my grip when she opened her mouth, making her snap it closed quickly when she flinched in pain. I loosened my grip some, not wanting to bruise her. “Let me the fuck go, and I’ll get on,” she snarled.
I let her go and straddled my bike, handing her my helmet. She yanked it from me and slid it on her head before she slid behind me on the bike, wrapping her arms around me.
The entire way home, I struggled to ignore the way her soft body felt pressed against mine and how good it felt for her to be wrapped around me. She killed me sometimes, and she didn’t even know it. Her body was sinful – dangerous.
Good thing I was already acquainted with sinning.
When we got to the clubhouse, she slid off the bike and stormed inside. Obviously, she was still pissed about having to ride with me. I could just imagine her storming inside to lay into Nicholas. I smirked at that thought. Not wanting to miss the entertainment, I walked inside and sure enough, she was already in his face. “I called you!” she shouted at him, her beautiful face red with anger. Fuck, she was hot. I had to resist adjusting my cock. “Why the fuck didn’t you come pick me up?”
“Katie . . .”
I clenched my jaw and squeezed my hands into fists at the sound of that voice. I wanted to strangle the life out of that man and to hear him speaking her name just pissed me off more. I wanted him far away from Katie.
Protectiveness slid through my veins for the bombshell blonde in front of me.
“What?” she shouted, spinning around to face my dad. “Can’t you fucking see that I’m in the middle of something?!” Her eyes narrowed when she saw the man standing in front of her. “Who the fuck are you?” she asked in a more calm and controlled manner, but I still heard the rage simmering below the surface of her words. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
I let my eyes trail over the man. He hadn’t changed much since I was seventeen. He still had a beard that stretched to his thick midsection. His hair was still long and still tied back into the same low ponytail. The only real change was that his hair had begun to gray, and he had more tattoos than the last time I’d seen him.
He clenched his fists at Katie’s tone, and I tensed my body up, ready to spring into action if I needed to.
“You’re exactly what everyone said you would be, Katie Holland,” my father spoke. “You have a little bit of trouble controlling your temper, don’t you?”
She stepped towards him, clearly not intimidated by him as most other people are. Pride swirled in my chest for her. If I was looking for a woman to settle down with, Katie would be a top pick. She was fierce, a true queen and fighter. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are,” she said, her voice low and quiet, holding the promise of pain, “but you better learn your place if you’d like to keep fucking breathing.”
Nicholas put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her back. “Henry Louis, been a while since we’ve seen you, man. How’s everything going?” Nicholas asked.
My dad aimed his attention at Nicholas. “Everything was fine until she opened her fucking mouth,” he said, referring to Katie. “You should learn to control the women of the club, Greene.”
“That’s a little hard to do when their fathers raise them to be spoiled little brats.”
Before I realized what Katie was doing, she raised Nicholas’s beer bottle from the bar and smashed it over his head. Nicholas fell to the floor, knocked out cold. A smirk twitched at her lips before she looked at my dad. “What were you saying about controlling women . . .” she trailed off thinking, “Louis, wasn’t it?”
He raised his fist to knock the shit out of her, but I quickly stepped in, wrapping my arm around his neck and kicking his feet out from under him so I was the only thing holding him up. “I wouldn’t touch her if I were you,” I spoke with almost no emotion in my voice. “You might just find yourself six feet under,” I promised. Katie Holland may get on my nerves, but I’d be damned if I allowed anything to fucking happen to her.