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)
“I love you,” she rasped, her tits bouncing as I pummeled her sweet core. “I love you so fucking much, Chase.”
I sucked at her collarbone and then moved back to her neck. Biting. Licking. Tasting. Devouring. “You’re my entire fucking world,” I growled. “You’re mine, and any son of a bitch who thinks they can touch you will die slowly and painfully,” I promised. “You belong to me. And no one will take you from me.”
Her orgasm punched through her, stealing the breath from her lungs. I circled her throat with my hand, pinning her head back against the wall as I took her harder. Like a savage. A man starved for her.
“Fuck,” I snarled, my balls drawing up tight. “I’m about to come, baby.”
“Give it to me,” she begged, her hands framing my face. She drew my mouth to hers, kissing me hungrily. “Mark me as yours, Chase,” she pleaded.
“Fuck!” I roared as I spilled inside of her, coating her insides with my cum, officially marking her as mine both inside and out. I dropped my hand from her throat and buried my face in the curve of her neck, panting against her slick skin as I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly.
She ran her fingers through my hair, her heart beating rapidly against my chest. “Let’s get washed up,” I whispered, pressing kisses to her abused throat.
She tilted my head back and softly pressed her lips to mine. I sank into her embrace easily, taking the comfort she was offering. She’d been faced with the monster I was and still loved me as much as she did before I told her what I did to the man that hurt her.
“I don’t deserve you,” I rasped against her kiss-swollen lips.
She hummed in disagreement. “Let me be the judge of that.”
“This better be good,” I growled as I leaned against the wall, cradling the cup of coffee Sophia had ready for me this morning. Scorpion had come banging on my fucking apartment door this morning, demanding I get my ass out of bed and down to church. My woman had already been up, but I’d been dead to the world.
“Watch the tone,” Johnston warned.
I looked at my watch, trying to bite back my irritation. “No offense, Prez, but it’s only a little after six. I’ve had maybe an hour’s worth of sleep,” I muttered before lifting the coffee mug to my lips and taking a sip of the sweet liquid. I sighed, my eyes rolling back in my head for a moment.
Fuck, Sophia could make a damn good cup of coffee.
“Do not have an orgasm beside me,” Blayke hissed, looking just as moody as I did.
I just grunted. It was too early for orgasms, even for me. My energy levels were dangerously low.
“I did some digging while the four of you were out yesterday,” Scorpion began, looking at me, Blayke, Gidget, and Dom. “The Russians aren’t fucking happy. Not only did we take out one of the Ghosts of Chaos’s men, but we also made Gabriel disappear. They don’t like not knowing if he’s dead or alive since he knows too much. I’m sure they’ll be rampaging when they find their VP.”
Tango stayed silent, drinking in everything Scorpion was saying. No doubt, he was already working out safety plans in his head for Gabriel. “Right now, we all band together to keep Gabriel safe. He’s barely an adult, and he’s already seen more than most of us sitting in this room have. We also lay low. Word on the street, Russians are moving in, and there’ve already been altercations between them and the Mexican Cartel. Shit’s about to get ugly in Texas, and Joey’s crew is getting pulled in.” Joey was the president of the Sons of Hell MC. He and the leader of the Mexican cartel, Alejandro Garcia, shared a woman. No one knew the exact dynamics, especially since Alejandro was a true monster. “Keep your ears to the ground. Do not ride alone.”
He looked at me. “Sophia will need to reopen soon, I imagine.” I nodded once, though I didn’t fucking like the idea. “You and one other member will always be at the bookstore with her, and you will shadow her. No one touches her again, clear? I’m working with Logan to come up with tighter security in the meantime.”
Logan was a member of the Savage Crows MC Mother Charter. He owned his own security firm, and his clientele had much deeper pockets than those we worked with. His clients were very high profile and demanded everything top of the line. Which meant Logan’s equipment was even better than ours.
“Alejandro?” I asked. “Sons of Hell? Fathers of Mayhem?”
“All on board,” Johnston answered. “Especially after the Russians came for Alejandro. Alejandro has his men crawling the streets. The Russians will get the war they want, but it’ll come at a high price—possibly on both sides.”