Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Hitting the gas, she tried to bring some distance, but the car pulled up beside hers, and with the ice on the road, all it took was a nudge with enough force, and the car spun out of control.
Harlow screamed as the car swerved, and then the force as it suddenly tipped, rolling down a ditch.
Harlow saw the world spin, and then everything went dark.
Chapter Ten
Hunter grabbed a bottle of whiskey from behind the bar and tipped the contents, relishing the burn as it slid down his throat. He hated what he had just done, but it had to be done. Several of the club pussy were looking at him. Blondes, auburns, brunettes, redheads, and every single fucking color of the rainbow. He knew it would be so easy to lose himself in their willing pussy, but he wasn’t going to do it.
Things had to end with Harlow. It was the only way.
“What’s your problem?” Big Dick asked.
Hunter turned toward his club brother. One of the women was dancing on Big Dick’s lap. Harlow’s brother didn’t even look interested in the woman.
“Nothing.”
“Whiskey, from the bottle. You’re telling me that’s not a problem?”
“It’s not. Why don’t you go back to being bored with the free pussy?”
The woman gave a chuckle and spun around, wrapping her arms around Big Dick’s neck. Since Smokey had removed all the other pussy, Hunter hadn’t made the effort to even remember the names of the women that replaced them. It had nothing to do with fucking Harlow. The club pussy didn’t need him to remember their names. All he had to do was snap his fingers and they would come running.
Glancing around the bar, he looked at each of the sluts in turn, but not one appealed to him. In the back of his mind, he saw Harlow, naked, her hair spread out across his pillow, sexy as fuck.
She was over.
They were over.
For Big Dick, and for the club. He had no choice but to end it.
Glancing over toward the pool table, he saw Raven with Carlos. He didn’t know why the fucking mafia boss was still in town, but the reason he had ended this shit with Harlow was because of Raven.
****
A Few Hours Earlier
The club was having fun and Hunter knew it was the perfect time to sneak away. He was going to have this one night with Harlow, and then he was going to end it. It was time they did, otherwise, shit would get ugly. Smokey had started to ask questions and Big Dick was worried about his sister.
Hunter knew their time was running out. But, he was going to enjoy tonight.
He had been thinking a lot in the past few days, since her birthday. He knew he was enjoying Harlow as more than just some willing pussy.
“Heading back to your house?” Raven asked.
He hadn’t even seen her leaning against his car as he made his way to it. “What the fuck are you sneaking around for?”
“Not sneaking, just waiting.”
“Get your ass off my car, Raven,” he said.
He wouldn’t have a problem forcefully removing her ass from his car. She gave a little tut.
“You do disappoint me, Hunter.” She shook her head. “Do you think you’re going to keep it a secret forever?”
Hunter glared at her. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Raven smiled. “You’re not nearly as sneaky as you think you are. I only saw you leave on her birthday and watch Harlow follow you. It was so hot in the bar that night, I stepped out and I saw you.”
Hunter stared at Raven, waiting.
“What do you want?” Hunter asked.
“I’m not here to blackmail you, Hunter. That is not the shit I do and you know it. Harlow’s a good woman. A sweet woman. She’s a fucking vegan with a bad attitude and a heart of gold, and she is in love with you.”
“Shut your fucking mouth.”
“You can’t even stand it, can you? To think that she’s in love with you.” Raven took a step closer to him. “Are you willing to fight for her? Big Dick won’t like it because he knows what you’re capable of. Do you want to fight for her? Are you even willing to do that?”
“Fuck off,” Hunter said.
“You’re playing a dangerous game. One of you, or more of you, are going to get hurt. You hurt Harlow, Big Dick will hurt you, but Smokey is going to have to make a choice. The club, the woman, or the brotherhood. Think about that.”
****
Hunter pulled out of the memory. He couldn’t put the club in that kind of position and he didn’t want shit to be bad between him and Big Dick. With the threat of the Twisted Bastards MC looming, now was not the time to be fighting with each other. They had to stick together, and the club needed to be united.