Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
There have been times Alarick has been sitting beside me, stroking my hair, and I’ve wanted to blurt it all out.
But it’ll hurt him, right? I mean, of course it will.
He doesn’t want to find out his father is alive, that all this time he has been grieving someone who isn’t dead.
So, I’ve sat on my little secret, keeping it locked away tightly where nobody can unleash it to the world.
I don’t know what King wants from me, I don’t know if he’s going to show his face again, I don’t know what it is he’s been doing all this time, but I could almost guarantee it has something to do with my mother and her death.
There are so many mysteries surrounding her death, around Magnolia’s death, around everything that I once believed. Nothing has been right, nothing is true, and all of it is messing with my thoughts.
I have to go back to the beginning, start again, trace their steps and find out what it was they were so afraid of, only I don’t know where the beginning is. Is it with my mom? Is it with Aviana? Is it with Magnolia? Is it with this mystery Dax? Constable Bennett? I just don’t know.
“Hey lady, how’s things?”
I look up from my spot on Alarick’s bed at the club to see Mykel strolling into the room, one button on his jeans undone, his hair all messed up, shirtless, and looking as gorgeous as ever.
“Been busy, have you?” I ask him, snorting when he glances down at his button and then quickly does it up.
“You know how it is, a man has to find relief ...”
“Just imagine,” I say, pushing up from the bed, “if we ladies did that? Just fucked whatever moved for relief?”
“Why don’t you?” He grins, cheekily.
“Because we’d be labelled a slut and no man would ever want us.”
He chuckles. “I’d want you, honey.”
I shove his shoulder and murmur, “Where’s my favorite biker?”
“He’s runnin’ a meeting. Told me to let you know he’ll be longer than he thought.”
“Ugh,” I murmur. “I’m so ready to be out of this room. He’s meant to take me out today. I really need to be away from these four walls.”
“Are you sayin’ you don’t like our company?”
“I’m saying if I hear another bitch moaning because you stallions are pounding her against the wall, I’m going to cut my own ears off.”
Mykel bursts out laughing and shakes his head. “C’mon. You’ll be glad to know I got permission to take you out, now you’re in the clear. Tell me what you wanna do.”
I eye him suspiciously. “You’re going to take me out?”
“Fuck yeah I am. I got shit to do anyway.”
I’m not going to say no. Other than attending Magnolia’s funeral, which was followed by a shit load of questions I mostly lied to the police about, I haven’t been out of this club. I’ve gone back to Cohen’s, been to Alarick’s, but other than that I spend most of my time here because Alarick is always busy and it’s the only way I can be near him.
I’ve spent a few hours at the tattoo shop, but for reasons unknown to me, the tattoo needle agitated me, and I couldn’t be around it too long.
So, I got stuck listening to the club whores moaning as they were ridden like a train through the station.
Nasty.
“I’m happy to go out, let’s go.”
I grab a coat and look to Mykel, who just chuckles. “No holdin’ you back is there?”
“You try sitting in here as long as I have. Where are we going first?”
“Get some lunch, then I’ve got a few errands to run. Then, we can do whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” I say, pursing my lips.
“Nothing illegal, or against club rules,” he throws in.
“You’re so boring.”
Chuckling, he takes my hand and tugs, and we both walk out of the club and to his truck. I get in the passenger seat, and when Mykel climbs in, we hit the road.
We make our way to a local diner where I order a burger, fries, and a chocolate shake because my god, I’ve been a healthy little eater in the last few weeks. You know, trying to be kind to my body after having Rupert and all, but man, I need this more than I probably need Alarick right about now.
“You eat like a man, and I love it,” Mykel tells me when my food is put in front of me.
I snort. “You’re not going to catch me eating like a mouse, hell no. Food was made to be enjoyed, and I’m going to enjoy it.”
“That’s my girl.”
I grin at him and pop a fry into my mouth. “Can I ask you something?”
He nods, taking a bite of his burger. Even eating like a starving caveman, he’s still so gorgeous. Whatever woman gets to lie in Mykel’s bed every night, is going to be a lucky one.