Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“Oh great, I can already smell the smoke. They’re starting early.”
“So… What do I do? I mean this is a party, right?” I look around at the tall trees and lush lawn, biting my lip.
She snorts. “Oh, it’s a party all right.”
We stay silent as I lean forward to take in the sight. There are hundreds of motorcycles. A huge fire pit is going, and the music’s so loud I can hear the beat in my chest and I haven’t opened Dolly’s door yet. But what’s more alarming is the hundreds of people. Girls wearing leather skirts, pants, and vests. Others in dresses that a stripper would wear. And the place is filled with so many beards and tattoos.
“Jesus,” I whisper, looking at my new outfit. I guess I should have picked more black. A lot of these girls are wearing black. A loud scream comes from the porch. A biker is carrying a girl with nothing on but a G-string. He screams like Tarzan.
“Christ, nothing changes,” Dolly mutters as she slams her car into park. “Come on.”Reluctantly I open the door, reaching for all my bags. I flip my hair out of my face only to look over at most everyone staring at me.
“Shoulders back, head up,” Dolly says under her breath. I’m not sure if she’s saying it to me or herself. Doesn’t matter; we both do it. Axel, at least I think it’s Axel, reaches for my bags.
“Thanks.”
He nods, giving me a once-over, then flashes Dolly a smile that would bring any woman to her knees.
“You did good, Doll. Blade will be pleased.” He looks at me again. Axel is the one who held me last night. Only now can I get a good look at him. Meaning he must be one of the guys that all the carnival girls gossiped about. With his dark hair and blue eyes, he is definitely hot in a pretty boy way—well, besides his tattoos.
“You okay?” He glares at me.
“Yes, I’m fine.” Caught looking at him, I’m aggravated.
He guides us through the large farm-style house. I try to look around, but it’s filled with bikers, so all I see are beards and tits.
He stops at a double door, knocks, and lets us in. Taking the rest of the bags from Dolly, he leaves us in a large room with tons of bad art and maps, along with a long, rectangular wooden table and a bunch of chairs. The walls are brown with the Disciples logo everywhere. Dolly flops onto one of the chairs crossing her legs. I stand on the side slightly shell-shocked. I had no idea this MC was this big.
“How many guys are in the Disciples?” I whisper.
“I don’t know. A lot. Why are we whispering?”
All of a sudden nervous, I throw her a dirty look. He’s coming. I can sense him. It’s weird but my body seems to always tingle when he is near. Sure enough, the door swings open and there he is—a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and an arm around the redhead from the poster with the other. Staggering, I almost collapse into the chair but somehow manage to stay standing. Behind him are Edge and Axel.
Dolly jumps to her feet and grabs my hand. I almost laugh because with my heels and all the giant guys in the room, her petite form is so not threating—it’s comical. But I’m grateful to have her, so I squeeze her hand.
Blade stops and slowly, his green eyes pursue me from the top of my head to my shoes, lingering on my mouth and breasts.
Crystal snuggles into his chest. Her dyed red hair is awful and might give Marina a run for the money. With all the pancake makeup she has on, she could use a shower and I’d love to tell her so. And then he smiles, and I stop breathing for a second because Blade has the whitest, straightest teeth I’ve ever seen. It’s almost unfair. No one should have that kind of smile.
“Dolly, you are amazing.” His eyes don’t leave mine.
“Angel, why don’t you go to our room. I’ll be up later.” I stand frozen. Of all the things I thought he was going to say, that wasn’t one of them.
“Umm.” I struggle to breathe and move.
He lets go of the redhead and sets the booze on the table. “You can let go of her, Dolly.” He takes my hand away and tilts my chin up. Like a soft breeze, he brushes my lips to his.
“Go upstairs.” It’s a command and it jerks me out of my daze. My legs tremble and I’m confused at the feelings this man brings out in me.
I turn to Dolly and nod then manage to get myself to move.
BLADE/JASON
I watch her go. There is something about the way Eve moves that I like. With a sigh, I remove Crystal’s claws from my arm.