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)
When we found our releases, we came together. I groaned her name into her neck, holding her tight to me, our hearts racing in time with the other’s.
There was no fucking way I was moving anytime soon. Between the number of times we fucked before the fight with my dad, the energy I spent during the fight, and screwing her just now, I was exhausted.
I leaned up a little to look down at Katie. I didn’t notice the smile coming onto my face – probably because I wasn’t used to smiling that much, but Katie always managed to make me smile.
She was asleep beneath me, her breathing even. Her blonde hair was spread out over the pillow.
She was so fucking beautiful, it took my damn breath away.
What the fuck was Katie Holland doing to me?
8
Katie
When I woke up the next morning, I didn’t bother staying in bed very long. Travis had already gotten up and left me alone. It didn’t bother me, really. In fact, I was a bit more comfortable not having to face him alone just yet. I didn’t know how to act after the little breakdown I’d had in front of him yesterday. I was a strong woman – prided myself on it. I rarely cried in front of people, and when I did, it made me extremely uncomfortable. I always preferred to cry alone.
After getting a shower and getting dressed, I walked out to the bar room where I knew everyone would be. I put up a front, refusing to let anyone see how upset I was over my dad’s decision. I would be sad later when it was okay to be sad. Right now, I just needed to find Travis and ask him if I could drive my car back, considering I needed to pack my shit and get the fuck out today. I didn’t want to be here unwanted any longer than I needed to be.
I spotted Travis leaning against a wall, talking to Nicholas. They seemed to be in a pretty heated conversation. And since I was such a nosy bitch, I crept a little closer to try to listen.
“You mean to tell me that you guys are going to just disown her, and you want me to take care of her permanently? She’s fucking grown, Nicholas. I don’t mind keeping an eye on her for a little while until she can get her fucking feet on the ground, but you can’t fucking expect me to watch her like you guys did. I don’t do responsibilities unless it’s one I take on willingly.”
“You were planning on taking her back with you anyway, Louis,” Nicholas said. “So, what does it fucking matter?”
“Once I knew that I could trust her, I was going to send her back,” Travis retorted. “I don’t fucking appreciate you fuckers shoving her on me just because you don’t want her here anymore. This is the exact fucking reason I left the goddamn club life. You sons of bitches don’t know the first fucking thing about loyalty and family.”
Nicholas clenched his fists at his sides. “This is what James wanted. We have to honor those wishes because he was our fucking president.”
“News flash, you fucking bastard,” Travis spat, getting really aggravated by that point, “James is fucking dead.” I winced a little at his words. My dad’s death was still an extremely tender wound. “He doesn’t get to make these kinds of decisions for the club or for his daughter anymore, but you all are too fucked up in the head to realize that.” He turned to me, and I bit my lip, getting ready to give him some kind of explanation as to why I was standing there. “I knew you were there, Katie.” I sighed. Did anything slip past this man? “You can’t sneak up on me like you can them. Pack your shit and put it in your car. I want to be out of here by noon, alright? No fucking later.”
Well, that answered the question that I was going to ask him. Shrugging, I walked off, my heart still hurting at Travis’s bitter reminder of my dad.
But Travis being adamant about me coming back with him in the first place made everything easier for me, though I couldn’t ignore the hurt feeling in my chest. For eighteen years, this was my life; the club was all that I knew. The club was my family. I thought they would always be by my side and have my back.
I guess I forgot that family could drop you just as quickly as any other person if something or someone didn’t suit them.
I began packing up all my stuff. It was thirty minutes after eleven when I had it all loaded into my car and was ready to go. I found Travis exchanging some words with Luke and Ryan outside of the clubhouse. I hadn’t seen those two guys since I had gotten locked up, which was kind of shocking considering Luke had never left me alone back at Travis’s place.