Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Oh, no. If you think I’m going to leave you alone so you can open your legs for any Tom, Dick, or Carlos you come across, you need to think again.”
“Careful, Torin, it almost sounds like you’re jealous,” I taunt.
“Is there a problem here?” I look up to see a security guard approaching us. Perfect.
“Everything is fine,” Torin bites off, not taking his eyes from my face.
“Actually, it’s not. I was just leaving, but this gentleman here isn’t letting me go,” I answer, pulling my hand up to show that Torin was still holding onto my wrist.
“Don’t toy with me, Skylar,” he warns. I turn to grin at him.
“I’m not toying with you, Torin. I’m just tired of waiting for you to wake up. It’s time I move on.”
“Sir, let go of the girl,” the guard orders.
Torin grunts but releases my wrist. I rub it, mostly because it still hurts, then I decide to just tick the man off more. “Thank you so much, officer. I needed to get back inside to my friends.”
“You really shouldn’t come out here alone. It can be dangerous.”
“Thanks. I just needed some fresh air. I promise to be more careful in the future.”
“Do you need a ride home?” he asks.
“No, I have friends inside. I’ll make sure they stick close. I can ride home with one of them.”
“Okay. I’ll stay here with this gentleman and make sure he gets on his way while you go back inside,” he says.
“Thanks officer.” I turn to walk back inside and stop to frown at Torin. “I wish I could say it has been fun, but I’d be lying. The last three years have been anything but fun. Thanks for the reminder. I truly needed it,” I tell him, and then I walk away.
I know it won’t get rid of him, but I doubt the officer will go anywhere until he’s gone. It’s a small reprieve, but it’s one I desperately need now. Earlier I thought he came to find me and finally claim me. Maybe I really am insane to have even thought that Torin would come to his senses. Or perhaps I’m insane because I’ve carried a torch for three years that I never should have lit to begin with.
Chapter 10
Joker
I watch Skylar walk away and do my best to hide my anger. When I turn to look at the man beside me, I’m assuming I fail. The wannabe cop is watching me closely. His gaze rakes over my club cut and I’m pretty sure the bastard is trying really hard not to piss himself.
“We don’t want trouble in our town from your kind,” he mutters. I want to roll my eyes.
“Then you shouldn’t have tried to come between me and my woman,” I growl. I curse myself silently. Skylar isn’t mine. I haven’t claimed her and I’ve repeatedly pushed her away. I try to hold on to that, except a second later, I’m remembering how she responded to me inside the club. She still wants me, despite everything.
“We don’t take domestic violence in this town lightly. It’s clear the woman didn’t want to be with you. I think it’d be best if you move along.”
“Are you going to call the law and detain me for some stupid shit—which I promise won’t go well for you—or are we done here?” I snap, having had enough at this point. I’d never physically hurt Skylar and I don’t like this fucker insinuating I would.
“It sounds to me like you’re the one doing the threatening,” he huffs and that’s about all I can handle.
I take out my cellphone and dial the Cincinnati chapter of the Savage Brothers. I’m going to need someone local either to handle this guy or bury the body. I’ll leave the choice up to them.
“Yo!” Fremont answers. He’s the Enforcer of the club here. He’s a good guy, although he definitely likes violence and shelling it out. If this asshole in front of me is afraid now, Fremont might cause the man to die of fright. I’m big, but hell, Fremont is fucking huge. He’s so tall he had to have the doors in their club adjusted to fit him. Hell, come to think of it, most of the men in the Cincinnati club are like that. I’d say Fremont is over seven feet. I could be wrong, but I really don’t think I am.
“Hey, Freeze,” I answer, using his club name.
“Joker? That you? Breaker told me you’d be in the neighborhood but wouldn’t be staying to meet up with us. My boys saw you cross the territory. Something wrong?”
“I got a security guard here at Swank giving me shit. At this point, we have two choices. You guys handle him, or I do, and you decide where to hide the body.”
Freeze immediately starts laughing. “This pain in your ass have a name?”