Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Chase—”
I turned on my heel and stormed out of the kitchen. Johnston arched a brow at me when Aaliyah yelled my name, rushing out of the kitchen after me, but I shook my head and pushed out of the clubhouse doors. I didn’t want to hear whatever she had to say.
I groaned, closing my eyes as the blonde on her knees between my legs sucked my dick, swallowing me to the back of her throat. Sophia’s tear-streaked face flashed through my mind, and I cursed, opening my eyes again to stare at the blonde beneath me, looking up at me through blue eyes.
“Get up,” I growled. This shit wasn’t working.
She quickly stood to her feet, and just as I stood to mine, ready to bend her over the bed so I didn’t have to look at her face, my phone began to ring. I snatched it up, agony ripping through every part of my body when I saw Sophia’s beautiful face lighting up my screen.
Not today, cupcake.
I denied the call and then gripped the back of the blonde’s neck, pushing her face down on the mattress. She moaned, wiggling her ass. I clenched my jaw. “No sounds,” I muttered as I sheathed my dick in a condom. I didn’t want to hear anything that wasn’t my woman. My cupcake.
I pushed inside of her, not even checking to see if she was wet enough. She winced, but I didn’t care. She wasn’t here to get pleasure or to even get off. She was here because Johnston had paid for her to be here. That was it. She was mine to fuck and fill.
I fucked into her, driving my cock forward, my hand still on the back of her neck. The door to the room opened, revealing Blayke. He crossed his arms over his chest, arching an eyebrow at me as he leaned against the door jamb.
“Scorpion wants you back home. You need to hit the road.”
I cursed and pulled out of the blonde, my muscles tensing. “Not goddamn ready,” I muttered.
Blayke shrugged. “Prez calls, you get a move on. You know how it is. What we feel in that moment doesn’t matter.”
I nodded. I knew that. It was part of my oath as the VP. Sighing, I pulled off the condom before dropping it into the trash. “Get out,” I told the blonde. “I’m sure one of the other guys will be happy to take over.”
She sauntered out of the room, casting a saucy wink in Blayke’s direction before she slipped by him. He looked over his shoulder, trailing his eyes over her naked body before turning back to face me. “I don’t know what’s going on, brother, but you need to work it out sooner rather than later. We’ve got too much shit going on to have you disconnected.”
I nodded once as I tugged my jeans up my legs. He slipped out of the room, and once I was dressed, my phone in my pocket, I grabbed my bike keys and walked out of the room.
Johnston emerged from the shadows, a cigarette between his lips, when I stepped out of the clubhouse. “Ride safe, you hear? Taking a risk riding by yourself.”
“I know,” I told him. I sighed, looking up at the sky. “How did you deal with Aaliyah being attacked?” I finally asked him.
He shoved his hands into his pockets. “I compartmentalized,” he told me. “Fuckers like us, Chase, that’s all we can do. Learn to put it into its correct slot in your mind. Don’t let it become your sole focus, or you’ll lose sight of what’s right in front of you and what’s important.”
With that, he headed back into the clubhouse, and I strode toward my bike, my gut clenching at the thought of going home and facing Sophia.
I needed to compartmentalize. But how the fuck was I supposed to do that?
11
Chase
I was not ready to be home, and when I saw Sophia step outside as soon as I rolled onto the lot, a sweater wrapped around her upper body, her arms curled around her midsection as she stared at me, I had the greatest urge to spin my bike around and high tail it back out of town.
But Scorpion wanted me home, and I couldn’t defy my president. I’d sworn an oath, and I wouldn’t break that oath just because I couldn’t handle the shit going on in my head. This club came first before everything else.
Grunting, I turned my bike off and got up, hanging my helmet on the handlebars. Rotating my jaw and steeling my spine, I made my way to the clubhouse doors, which Sophia was blocking. Sighing, I crossed my arms over my chest, staring down at her when she didn’t budge. So, this was how we were going to play it.
“Are you going to move?” I asked, my voice gravelly from not being used in hours.