Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Under normal circumstances, I’d call 911 right away, but with him being a biker, I wasn’t sure what to do. The Iron Rogues president and VP’s wives were clients of mine, and the last thing I wanted to do was get their husbands jammed up by involving the police. For all I knew, this guy had a gun or something else illegal on him that the cops would find if they came to investigate the accident.
Luckily, I had a way to get ahold of someone who could tell me how to handle this situation. Yanking my cell phone out of my back pocket, I called the salon. Although my shift was over, we were still open for another three hours.
Our receptionist picked up on the second ring. “Chop Chop, how can I help you?”
“Hey, Tori. Could you do me a favor and pull up the alternate number Dahlia Pearson left on her account?” I requested.
“Sure.” There was a tapping sound in the background, and then she rattled off the number.
“Thanks.”
Taking a deep breath, I punched in the digits she gave me and waited for someone to pick up.
“Iron Rogues,” a man growled.
“Um…yeah…I’m not sure who I need to talk to, but one of your guys was just in an accident at the curve on Fisher Street. He’s banged up pretty badly,” I explained.
“Hold up a second,” he barked.
There was the muffled sound of deep voices in the background before another guy came on the line. “This is Wrecker. Who’re you?”
“Marnie Miller, sir.”
He chuckled. “No need to be formal. I haven’t been called sir in a fucking long time, girl. Just tell me what happened and who I’m comin’ to help.”
After I explained what I saw, I added, “I’m not sure which of your guys he is, though. He’s face down on the pavement, and I’m afraid to turn him over. I’m not sure how injured he is.”
“Good call. I’ll be there with a couple of guys soon. You hold tight,” he ordered.
The man groaned and rolled over, and I spotted the patches on the front of his vest. “Wait. He’s an enforcer. Ice.”
“Ice, shit,” he grumbled. “The last thing he needs is another serious injury. He’s barely recovered from the last one.”
I glanced down at Ice, wondering what had happened to him. He groaned, his brow furrowing, and I felt a huge surge of relief, almost missing Wrecker’s question.
“You call anyone else?”
Although he couldn’t see me, I still shook my head. “No. I didn’t want to…um…”
“Yeah, another good call. We’ll be there soon,” he assured before hanging up.
I shoved my phone back in my pocket and stared down at Ice. I almost shrieked when his eyes blinked open. Their pale blue color pierced through me even though they were foggy with confusion, and there was a clear visor between us. “Are you an angel? ’Cause no way did I think I was going to heaven.”
The line was corny as heck, but it still got to me. His deep, raspy voice sent a sensual shiver down my spine, which was inappropriate considering the circumstances. Clearing my throat, I murmured, “I guess you can’t be as hurt as I thought if you can still flirt.”
“I’m used to pain, angel. A little more isn’t gonna stop me from hitting on you, no matter how outta practice I am.”
He let out a low moan as he reached up to grip his helmet. I wrapped my fingers around his wrist. “I don’t think you should take that off. You might have injuries that’ll get worse if you move too much.”
“Had my bell rung plenty of times and broken more bones than I want to count.” He flashed me a cocky grin. “So I know when I’m hurt badly enough to be worried. Don’t be afraid, angel. I’m a little banged up, that’s all.”
Releasing his wrist, I heaved a deep sigh as he removed his helmet. His wince of pain didn’t detract from how hot he was, my eyes widening as my gaze swept over his thick, dark hair, full beard, and plump lips. Paired with his icy-blue eyes, it was a lethal combination, even when he wasn’t at his best.
And it was more than enough to attract my interest, which was a surprise since I wasn’t normally one to gawk at random guys. Or even ones that I knew, really.
“Still okay?” I whispered after he dropped the helmet next to him and slowly sat up.
“Yeah.” He raked his fingers through his hair, his gaze darting over my shoulder when the roar of motorcycles reached our ears. “How long was I out? Did you call anyone before I came to?”
“Maybe four or five minutes, tops,” I answered. “I called the clubhouse and talked to a guy named Wrecker. Before that, the receptionist at the salon where I work to get the number.”