Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“I’m fucking not! Faith. Faith!” a rough voice says right by my ear. I don’t know how many times he has to repeat my name before it registers. “Breathe. Your Dad sent us.”
I whimper and he starts to let me go, but when my knees buckle, he pulls me in even tighter. I hate him for knowing how weak I am right now and it makes me angry. “Nice fucking try. You expect me to believe that Dad sent you to break into my bedroom and assault me? That’s a load of bullshit.” Whatever issues the two of us have, my father would never send people to hurt or scare me.
“Assault? You’re the one that drew on us! Jesus. Relax, girl.”
“Relax? I’m not going to freaking relax when there are three assholes in my bedroom.” I draw a breath to scream, and the biggest one of the three lunges at me.
His dark hair is cropped short, but his reddish-brown beard is thick and wild. He slaps a hand over my mouth and forces me to look into eyes so pale blue they’re gray. It’s unfair that such good looks are wasted on someone like him. I shake my head and glare in spite of the unshed tears making my vision blurry.
“Easy,” he says in a deep, soothing voice, like he’s calming a wild animal. “I know this is fucked up but we’re not here to cause trouble. We’re not going to hurt you. If I let go, are you going to scream?”
I shake my head and force myself to relax. Slowly, he lets go and the guy holding me relaxes a little. I just want them to stop touching me. “If you’re not here to hurt me, then leave. I won’t tell anyone you were here, just go.” My voice quavers, barely controlled. My heart is pounding out of control, and my brain is working overtime imagining nonstop horrors and looking frantically for escape routes, primal prey instincts running wild.
“Blade,” the big guy says and nods. A moment later, the grip on me slackens. This time I’m ready, and he lets me go. I whirl around so I can see all of them. They’re not acting threatening, but their sheer physical presence and the situation are enough to keep me tense as a coiled spring.
“I’m Alpha,” says the big guy with the gray eyes. His expression has softened. Now that there’s a little distance between us, I’ll even admit he’s handsome, at least if you like the biker type, which I definitely don’t. Maybe if I met him at a bar I’d be tempted to reevaluate, but they broke into my house. So no thanks.
The one who was holding me has long black hair, piercing blue eyes and a slash through his eyebrow. It’s not a fashionable little slit, but the result of an old scar that traces a faint line over his forehead. His stare feels like he’s seeing right into the darkest parts of me, where all my insecurities are hiding. He tips his head. “Blade.”
“Ripper,” the last one says with a grin that would be hard to resist if he wasn’t holding my gun. He’s the only one without a beard, and his hair is dark blonde. It hangs down slightly into his face and over his moss green eyes.
I snort. Only bikers would think introducing themselves with names like pit fighters in the Thunderdome would be reassuring. “How do I know Dad really sent you? Why should I trust you? Why wouldn’t he tell me? We haven’t spoken since Christmas.”
Ripper shrugs. “I swear it’s true. He’s an old guy, like fifties, but not bad old, you know? Good shape aside from the bum eye. Uh… bushy mustache?”
“Congratulations, you’ve seen him. Anyone could tell me that.”
“His dog’s name is Jupiter,” Blade adds. He cracks his neck, and I catch a glimpse of another scar, curling its way around his neck and down into his shirt. Whatever that’s from, I bet it hurt. With the strong jaw and high cheekbones of a model, he’s still beautiful, but like a battle scarred panther. Every inch of him says he’s seen enough shit for two lifetimes.
A knife appears out of nowhere, and he spins it around his fingers as he talks. I don’t even think he realizes he’s doing it, which is really freaking scary.
“Whatever, maybe you’ve seen them taking walks.”
“His woman’s name is Miriam,” Ripper says. “They keep it quiet, but she used to live in an honest to God mansion.”
“I knew it!” I yell, pointing at Ripper like he’s the one that’s been fudging the truth with me. “I asked him if there was something going on with that lady and he said no. But like, come on, right?”
Alpha grimaces. “Enough gossiping.” He shrugs off the black leather cut he’s wearing and I notice it’s been inside out. On the other side is a logo I’ve seen before, for Dad’s MC, the Screaming Eagles. “Your father was trying to keep you safe but we fucked up.”