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)
When I stepped into the bar, I walked straight behind the counter, going through to the kitchen, where Brett was flipping burgers. “Evening, girly,” he greeted with a warm smile on his face. I waved as I moved over to my locker. “Might want to be on your best behavior tonight,” he called over his shoulder, knowing I could get mouthy with some of the patrons. “The owners are here tonight.”
I had been informed when I had gotten hired that a biker club nearby owned the bar, and they occasionally came in to make sure things were being run properly. What no one here knew was that I’d grown up in a trap house and had seen so many drug deals go wrong growing up, and had seen so many bodies dropped, that not much shit fazed me anymore.
And then, when I turned eighteen, I got eyeballs deep in it with Joey. Sometimes over my head. Bikers didn’t alarm me.
I snorted. “Bikers don’t scare me, Brett,” I reminded him.
He shrugged. “Suit yourself, girly.”
I put my bag and my hoodie in the locker, leaving me in my extremely short jean shorts and my tank top that clung to my curves like a second skin and was cut low to reveal a lot of cleavage. I’d gained quite a bit of weight over the past few months, but it was my doctor’s orders.
I was a little over three months pregnant, and my doctor had me on a strict diet to help me gain weight so I would be healthy enough to nurture my baby because when I’d gotten pregnant, I sure as fuck had not been. I was malnourished and extremely underweight. I’d been following his instructions to a T to make sure I gave my baby a healthy start to life.
I walked out of the back and headed for the bar. The bartender working slid me a list. “Can you make these and take them to the table that ordered them?” he asked.
“Sure thing,” I murmured. I set to work mixing the drinks and setting them on a tray. Making my way across the floor, I headed for the table that had ordered the drinks, not bothering to look up as I called, “Jack and Coke?”
“Right here,” that man I dreamed about every night said, his voice low and gruff.
My eyes snapped up in shock, and I dropped the tray of drinks in surprise, my eyes locking on River’s blue ones. The same ones that haunted my dreams every single night. He tilted his head to the side the slightest bit, his eyes running over me in a way that had warmth pooling in my gut. A shiver danced down my spine, my skin flushing beneath his intense gaze. His eyes darkened to a stormy blue color, his lips tilting up the tiniest bit.
He hadn’t changed, not really. But the one thing that had changed was that he was wearing a cut clearly labeling him the president of the Fathers of Mayhem.
River was the owner of the bar.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“I’m—I’m so sorry,” I choked out, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
I couldn’t believe River was right here in front of me. Had been right under my nose for months.
“Adelaide!” my boss roared, storming over to me. I snapped my wide eyes from River’s to look at him, swallowing thickly. Henry was a fucking asshole, and I tried to steer clear of him as much as possible. He was always making passes at me, and since I always shot him down, he’d been getting more aggressive. I could handle him. Just didn’t fucking want to. I needed this job.
“I’m sorry, River. She’s normally not this dumb and clumsy,” Henry apologized to River.
Anger flashed in River’s eyes, but he smothered it. “It’s fine,” River grumbled. He nodded toward the open seat next to him. “Take a seat, darlin’. Henry, get someone to clean up that mess and bring me another drink, as well as a watermelon vodka for Adelaide,” River ordered without removing his eyes from my face.
Henry nodded, sending me a hateful glare that River either didn’t notice or didn’t bother to pay attention to before he rushed off to go get one of the other girls to remake the drink orders.
“I didn’t know you were in town, darlin’,” River drawled, bringing my attention back over to him as I cautiously took a seat beside him.
“I didn’t know you were the president of another club,” I shot back, feeling a tad bit defensive because trust me, if I’d known he was here, I would have sought him out.
Now, I was in my shit too deep.
“Watch your tone, girly,” a guy a couple of years older than me spoke from the other side of the table, drawing my eyes to him.
He had black hair that hung to his shoulders and eyes so dark, they were nearly as dark as his hair. His cut labeled him as the vice president. He wasn’t that bad looking, but danger rolled off of him in waves, making me edgy and wary of him.