Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
The change in Luc had her mother and father over the moon at how hard he was working on his schoolwork. When she had gone by her parents’ home, Luc told her school was getting better and went on and on about how The Last Riders had shown up after school. From Luc’s expression, she could tell how much he admired them.
It might be a no-win situation for her, but for Luc, he was winning against the bullies who had been tormenting him.
She opened the door and saw Doom sitting at the bar, facing the door with a cup of coffee in front of him, looking like death warmed over. From his disappointed expression, he hadn’t expected her to show.
A woman behind the bar gave her a curious glance as she removed empty bottles from the counter.
Sliding her dark glasses to the top of her head, she gave Doom a sunny smile. “I’m here, and I’m not late.”
Doom lowered his eyelids as his eyes went from the top of her head, where she had pinned her hair into a top knot, to the white, frilly blouse, going lower to the plain black slacks, and ending at the black flats on her feet.
“I hope this is acceptable dress.” Arden couldn’t help but to serve that dig. When he had texted her what time to be here, she had asked him what she should wear. He had responded with a “whatever.” So, she wore what she wanted.
Doom’s dire expression didn’t change, but Arden noticed the muscle under his eye started twitching.
“Siren.” Doom stood up, gesturing to the woman behind the bar. “Arden.”
He slid his cup toward Siren, and Arden noticed he didn’t look at her again after his initial gaze.
Siren came to where he was standing when he motioned her closer.
“She’s in your hands. She stays until six. I’ll be in my room, if you need me.”
When he turned around, he wasn’t able to avoid seeing her. The muscle tic became more pronounced.
“You might get a pad of paper and pen from the office,” he told Siren. “You might need to draw pictures.”
The dig found the mark he had intended. Doom was never going to get over her insulting the club’s intelligence.
“Wow, that wasn’t off to the best start.” Siren gave her a mock ferocious glare, mimicking the one Doom had given her. “What did you do to get on his bad side?”
“Apparently, just breathing.”
The woman burst out laughing. “I’ve been waiting for someone to give Doom a hard time.”
Arden frowned. She had screwed up again. Her best bet was to lay low, not to antagonize the man. Her tiredness had her acting irrationally.
Yeah, right. She rolled her eyes at herself. The man had set her off since he had carried her into Wizard’s office.
She was going to have to be the bigger person and try to heal the rift between them that she had caused.
“Come back here, and we can get started. Doom has a shitload of stuff he wants me to show you before The Last Riders start coming back.”
Arden walked to the end of the bar then stepped behind the counter. Siren treated her with the same once-over that Doom had given her. The woman’s face grew worried.
“Hon, those clothes aren’t going to cut it. Doom said you’re wanting to be a Last Rider?”
As Siren was talking, two women came out of the hallway that led to the office and bedrooms. They had been heading for the front door, but overhearing what Siren had said, they made a beeline to the bar to take two stools near them.
“Y-yes,” she answered self-consciously.
All three women were basically in the same type of slim-fitting jeans. The only difference in the clothes was Siren’s top was scrunched at the side of her purple top, allowing the thin material to show the bare expanse of her stomach. The other two women were wearing regular sweatshirts.
Siren flicked the starched bow at her throat with her fingers. “The only votes you’re going to get in those duds is them voting against letting you join.”
“Votes?” Arden asked.
“Votes,” Siren repeated, giving the women sitting at the bar reprimanding glares at their snickers. “Kat, Lola, aren’t you supposed to be going to the liquor store to restock?”
“We will. There’s no hurry. The brothers won’t see the light of day for a couple more hours.” The woman who spoke gave her grin. “I’m Kat, by the way.” Nodding her head to the side, she introduced the other woman, “She’s Lola.”
“It’s nice to meet you.”
Kat smiled back. “Same. All the women love to meet newbies. Well, except for Celeste. You stole the shift Wizard had been promising her.”
“Oh… I’m sorry.” Arden didn’t know what else to say. The hours she had settled on with Doom were the only hours she could work.