Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
I loved Tristan. I did. But I hadn’t been in love with him for a long fucking time. I fell out of love not long after I got tangled up with Joey.
I hated that I had cut him so deeply, but nothing short of something completely drastic would force Tristan to let me go.
So, I betrayed him in one of the worst ways possible. I slept with one of his most trusted men. But my plan had not been to fall in love with the man I slept with. But River? He looked at me differently. Fucking treated me decent, better than any man before him had. And I fell hard… and fast.
I tossed my bowl into the sink after I forced myself to finish eating to please River, then strode out of the clubhouse and to the garage, determined to get elbows deep in some grease.
I needed a fucking distraction because all I could picture was Tristan’s haunted eyes in my mind.
Chapter Five
River
Ismiled at the sight of Adelaide leaning under the hood of a white Nissan as I stepped into the garage with Tristan at my side. “Now, I bet if you fucking start the car, it’ll run fine,” Adelaide snapped at my prospect, Joseph.
Sure enough, when he started the car, it ran fine.
My woman was one of many talents.
“The starter was fine,” Adelaide told him as she wiped her hands on a grease rag. “The spark plugs were shit, and the throttle body needed cleaning. I just saved the poor lady a couple of hundred dollars.”
God, she was so fucking feisty, and I loved it. Slowly, but surely, Adelaide was coming back to me—spitfire attitude and all. I couldn’t wait to have every bit of her fiery personality as mine. She just needed a man to love her right.
Joey and Tristan may not have ever been ready for the kind of woman she had always been, but I sure as fuck was.
“She’s pregnant. She doesn’t need to be working on cars,” Tristan grumbled in displeasure.
“Not your woman and not your kid,” I told him bluntly. He narrowed his eyes at me. I shrugged. Unlike Adelaide, I had no desire to spare his feelings. He ruined his fucking chance with her. I swept in at the first opportunity I got, and I gave her a taste of what it was like to truly be loved and cared about, a taste of what it was like to be put above all else. “And this is what I’m talking about,” I informed him. “The reins were too tight when you were with her. Adelaide needs freedom and independence, Grim. You wouldn’t give her that.”
“Why didn’t you put a bullet through that fucker’s head for what he did to her face?” Tristan demanded as he swiftly changed the topic, obviously not wanting to talk about what he did to her. Yet every time I turned around since he’d walked into my clubhouse, he’d been making my woman feel like shit for choosing me.
And that shit? It wasn’t settling right with me.
“I didn’t, but I made sure Vern did,” I told him. “I don’t drop bodies in or around my clubhouse and certainly not around women with sensitive stomachs,” I said, referring to Adelaide. She might have used to be able to handle bloodshed, but I’d seen her face when I’d been beating the shit out of Henry. I wouldn’t run the chance that watching me put a bullet through someone’s skull would make her sick. The baby had turned her stomach sensitive.
Tristan just watched Adelaide for a moment. I ignored the sadness in his eyes, not feeling the least bit sorry for him. He brought this upon himself. If he had treated her like a normal human being, he might have still had her. She had been broken and used. She was desperate for someone to just love her and take care of her. He hadn’t been capable of doing that.
Tristan sighed. “She’s happy,” he quietly said, watching her laugh at something stupid Joseph had probably said to her. Joseph was a jokester, but when it came down to it, I could rely on him. He’d make a damn good patched member once I finally decided to take him off of prospect status and give him a proper cut.
Done talking to Tristan any further, I strode toward Adelaide, watching as her eyes darkened the tiniest bit as she ran her eyes over me, a slow smile twisting her delicious lips. Fuck, she made me hard so fucking easily. I only hoped that it would be like this between us for the rest of our lives.
Her eyes locked onto a worktable almost exactly like the one the Sons of Death had, and her eyes glazed over a little as she remembered our first time together. My cock strained in my jeans, begging to be buried deep inside of her.