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)
“That will be eighty-nine dollars and ninety cents,” the older woman at the cash register says, her eyes darting to Dewey.
“I thought this was on sale.”
“It is.” She stares at us. “Do you want it?”
I smile. “Of course I want it.” And pushing aside the gold $250 bikini in the bottom of my bag, I grab my wallet and pay. This may go down as my best day ever!
BLADE/JASON
I’m staring at the clock. The rusty Coca-Cola clock still keeps such perfect time I want to take out my gun and shoot it.
“Prez? Does that sound good?” Axel has been going on and on about different locations for the new lab and I’m tired. In the last week, I’ve averaged about two to three hours a night. You don’t get to where I am by not being a workaholic, but this has been a shitstorm that keeps on coming. Every day I’m dealing with different gang members, other bikers. The cops. You name it and in the last week, I’ve dealt with it. When I do climb up the steps and into my large bed, I can’t help but pull Eve to me and fuck her then pass out and repeat. She’s been with me two weeks, and I haven’t lost interest the way I thought would. If anything, she has become a necessity. A reason for me to get up and go to bed because she will be there. Like now, I’d rather be with her than here in the main room, with music playing and half my guys well on their way to being drunk already.
“Axel, if we can get land cheap and out of the way, the cops will look the other direction. Chatsworth is perfect. It’s closer and we can make more runs. That said, we’re established in Hemet and if we can ever get the cops paid off, I think we should try to rebuild. A lot of our guys have families there.” My boots are on the table and I push back, balancing on the back legs of my chair.
Axel rubs the back of his neck. “I don’t know… I think it’s weird we haven’t heard from the Feds yet.”
I snort and drop my legs to the hardwood floor. The metal chair to clanks. “Give them time. I’m sure they’re still trying to find anything to tie us to the fire.”
He nods and stretches. I stand and dismiss everyone until tomorrow when it starts all over again.
“Hey, Prez. Amy wants to know if you want to have dinner with Eve.” Ryder reads a text from his phone. Axel and Edge look over at me.
“You’re not going to join us tonight?” He arches a dark eyebrow at me.
The sad thing is I would love to have dinner brought up to my room with Eve, which causes me to frown and shake my head. “Tell Amy I have some phone calls to make. I’ll take it in here.” I glance at Ryder who looks disappointed. Then I turn to Edge and Axel. “And yes, I plan on getting fucked up with you guys tonight.”
Edge smiles as if he’s relieved and quietly leaves with Ryder who is grumbling about having to keep an eye on me.
“You hungry?” I look at Axel who’s lighting a joint.
“Nah, I think I’ll join the boys. You should think about mixing it up tonight, man. Maybe get your cork sucked by someone besides Eve tonight.”
I nod. He’s right. The fact that I would rather spend time upstairs than with my brothers makes me aware I’m getting in over my head. And for what? A mouth is a mouth. If you close your eyes, it can belong to whoever you want. My phone vibrates as if we are so in tune she felt me pulling back and has to reel me back in. My balls tighten and I shift uncomfortably with the knowledge that I grow hard at the sound of my phone ringing. She’s upstairs—I could go to her and fuck her before the night starts.
“Angel.”
Axel inhales and his eyes narrow as he watches me like I’m something he can’t understand.
“Jason… I was hoping you were almost done.” Her voice does something to me—it’s gravelly… sexy.
I turn and look out the window. It’s dark and I wish… fuck I don’t know what I wish. “Go to bed and I’ll be there soon.”
Silence. I can feel her wanting me to say something else. It’s fucked because I never have cared enough to wonder what anyone thought but me and my brothers. So, when Eve gets silent it makes me crazy. I do want to know what bothers her, what she needs, likes.
“Spit it out, Eve,” I say, getting madder by the second.
She huffs and her voice changes, and I almost grin. “Why am I never allowed downstairs when there are parties going on?”