Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Fucking hell, tonight of all nights is not when I want to be doin’ shit like a fucking body disposal. I’d rather be in bed with my dick firmly planted in Allie’s sweet little pussy.
“Where’s Horse?” I ask Gremlin as I try to keep my eyes off Allie for one fucking moment.
“Outside, gettin’ ready. Had to get the seat cleaned off, I guess,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Probably had fuckin’ bird shit on his seat again, fuckin’ animal,” I say with a laugh as I pull Allie back to my side. “Let’s get you home before the parents freak, baby.”
Allie sighs quietly as she looks around at all the revelry that’s going on. “Rather be here with you guys… but yeah.”
Smirking, I look around the clubhouse. Fun is being had in every corner. Drinking, fucking, pool, yelling, and fighting. One of our brothers came down from our Anchorage Chapter and we gotta make sure we show Rain a good time while he’s here.
The haze of pot and tobacco smoke is pretty thick where my old man, Hound, sits. He’s been trying to use some of the good ol’ green medicine to beat the fucking bug he’s got going on.
But the moment he lays eyes on me, I can feel the weight of responsibility coming down on my shoulders.
Nodding my head to the door, I motion to him I’m taking off.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here, prospect. The Pres ain’t lookin’ too fucking happy,” Gremlin says.
I grab Allie by the hand and pull her with me. I need to put some space between me and my old man right now. Ever since he went to the doctor a couple weeks back, he’s been on fuckin’ edge. If mom was still around, she could ferret out whatever’s been up his ass lately. But as it is, all I’ve seen him do is smoke pot or yell at whoever’s closest to him.
Pushing the door to the club open, I take a deep breath of the warm night air. Fuck, it’s good to live here. I’ve been to a few major cities and shit, but they smell like ass compared to Kentucky.
“You ready to go home, Allie Cat?” I ask as I pull her into a tight fucking hug.
God, this woman is everything to me. Letting her leave like this kills me every damn time.
“Maybe if you were taking me,” Allie mutters to herself before she slips her backpack over her shoulders.
“Aw, I ain’t that bad to ride with when I’m sober!” Horse shouts with that fucking braying laugh of his.
Allie tried to ask me once why we call him Horse. I explained it’s because of his laugh. I’ll be damned if I’m gonna tell her it’s because of the huge fucking horse cock he’s got swingin’ between his legs.
Walking her over to Horse’s bike, I watch as he starts it up before I turn back to Allie. “I love you, Allie.”
Her eyes brighten like they always do when I say those three words to her. “I love you too, Coy. I’ll call you tomorrow as soon as I get away from them.”
Helping her onto the back of the bike, I nod at her then say, “Two weeks and you’re mine for good.”
“Two weeks,” she says before putting her hands up on Horse’s shoulders.
Fuck, seeing her touch another man makes me clench my teeth so fucking hard they hurt. I don’t give a fuck if it’s a brother, I can’t fucking stand it.
But thanks to her fucking parents and my obligations, I can’t do shit about it.
I shove my hands in my pockets to fight the urge to yank her off his seat.
And just like that, the one thing in this world I love as much as my bike is racing into the night without me.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here, prospect. Jude ain’t gonna wait forever,” Gremlin says as he walks over to his bike and gets on.
I head over to my own. Standing it up and starting it up, I look back at the clubhouse. It’s not the first time I’ve looked up at the Royal Bastards skull painted on the building and wondered if it knows something I don’t.
For the briefest of moments, I swear it’s trying to tell me something, but before I can figure it out, Gremlin is tearin’ ass out of the driveway.
Pulling up to our business, Kentucky Pet Crematorium and Funeral Services, I grin at the building. It causes quite a few laughs between the old man and me knowing this business is one of our best earners. It’s completely legal in the eyes of the law, but it also happens to be the one we do the most illegal shit at.
We offer honest pricing and provide top-notch services for deceased animals. From cremations to funerals, we do really good business. We don’t fuck around with trying to rip people off, and the business goes above and beyond all expectations. Shit like that keeps us in the good graces of the community.