Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
And then he leaves it at that.
And my heart—oh, my heart—it’s left wipe open and gaping.
~*~*~*~
MALAKAI – NOW
Fuck.
I want to take her by the shoulders and shake whatever fear is trapped behind her eyes out.
I’ve seen damaged in my time, hell, I’ve been fucking damaged, but I’ve never seen someone afraid to talk. There is a reason she’s keeping her story behind a big fucking wall. I just don’t know what that reason is. She carries guilt like a suit, wrapped around her, closing her in.
But what could someone as fucking pure and beautiful have so much guilt about?
Her fingers tighten around my jacket, pulling it a little tighter on my body, when we ride into the club. There are people everywhere. Never thought until right now how daunting that might be for her. To be surrounded by strangers, and not just any strangers, but bikers. A lot of them. And old ladies. And club whores. And anything else that wanders in and joins the party.
I won’t let her out of my sight. But she doesn’t need to know that.
I pull my bike to a stop and wait for her to hesitantly climb off. She looks at me when she slides the helmet from her head, and her blue eyes are full of anxiety. She’s the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. So fuckin’ soft. So fuckin’ pure. Her dark hair, that was perfect before, is now messy from the helmet. Without thinking, I reach over, freeing a strand and tucking it behind her ear.
She gasps, and my eyes meet hers.
She looks terrified, eyes wide, beautiful soft lips parted, cheeks rosy. The jeans she’s wearing fit her ass like a fucking glove, and I’ve let my eyes linger more than once. She’s tiny, petite even, but she has soft curves. A gentle flow that makes her body look like a damned road I want to explore every inch of.
She’s not like most of the girls I touch.
She’s got this innocence that draws you in. There is nothing rough about her.
It’s fucking incredible.
“Ready?” I ask her, and her eyes dart around, settling on something.
I hear Scarlett’s laugh before I see her. I turn and glance in the same direction to see Scarlett surrounded by people, no doubt fawning all over her. She is incredible, I forget sometimes who Maverick is keeping company with. She’s become just like any other member, only she’s not. She’s Scarlett Belle.
“Want to go join the fan party?” I ask when Amalie looks back at me.
She nods, and we walk over to the group of club members and their wives, mostly their wives, swooning all over Scarlett. She’s signing things, and answering questions, and smiling that smile that won America’s hearts. When she’s done, she turns, and her smile slips a little. She too, carries the weight of the world on her shoulders. But she knows how to put on a brave face.
“Amalie!”
She rushes over, pulling Amalie into a hug.
“I was wondering where you got to,” she says to her friend, then her eyes swing to me. “You two are late.”
I give Scarlett a look, and she smiles sweetly.
“We took a detour,” I mutter. “Grabbin’ a drink now. Show Amalie around.”
Both girls watch me as I turn and walk into the clubhouse. The second I step in, Koda is by my side. “You gotta meet this chick, Prez. Think Mav’s right, she’s got somethin’.”
I look at him. “Get me a beer, then I’ll meet her.”
He looks at me. “Get your own fuckin’ beer.”
I exhale with a grunt and get myself a beer, stopping four times on the way to talk to people who all want or need something. “Yo, Prez.”
I turn and see Koda striding toward me with a girl by his side. For a moment, I just stare at her. Holy fuck, she’s beautiful. Not in a typical kind of way. Or even a sweet kind of way. She’s just fucking hot. Literally. Fiery red hair that cascades down her shoulders, eyes greener than mine, and skin paler than Amalie’s. She’s rocking some serious tattoos and has one full sleeve of bright colors mixed into different patterns.
She’s curvy, big set of tits, nice little body, jeans that fit her fucking well. If I wasn’t looking at the pretty mystery outside, I’d have my dick out and in this girl before the night is through, which is no doubt what Koda is planning by the way his eyes have gotten darker as he takes her in.
“This is Charlie,” he says when they stop in front of me.
Big lips looks at me through her thick lashes. Fucking lovely. “Charlie,” I say, staring down at her. “Malakai.”
She tilts her head to the side and flashes me a smile that shows dimples and a set of perfect white teeth. Oh, yeah, someone is goin’ home with her tonight. “Interesting name, any reason for it?”