Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
The sound of low talking around the corner almost went unnoticed, but he knew that voice, had thought about it enough when he’d jerked off. Walking toward the side of the building, he leaned against the brick, not looking around the corner so he wasn’t seen.
“Nathan, I’m trying my best to figure this out, but I’ll remind you you’re the one who fucked up, and I’m the one that has to clean it up.”
Butters sounded strained, a little pissed, too. She exhaled loudly.
“I love you, okay. You’re my little brother, but you have a problem. I want to help you because even thinking about you hurt breaks my heart, but I need time.”
Another long moment of silence, as Mayhem assumed, her brother spoke. His voice was distant, and he realized she was on the phone.
“Ten thousand dollars is not something I have just lying around, Nathan,” she said with a snap in her voice. “I need time, but if you have any suggestions on how to figure this out and get your ass out of the mess you’re in, I’m all ears.”
More silence filled the air.
“Listen, we’ll talk later. I’m at work.”
Mayhem turned away and started walking inside, while grabbing his cell. He needed to have Nathan’s situation checked out so he could use it to his advantage.
Butters was exhausted, and she knew that until she figured out what to do with Nate it would only get worse.
“Baby, give me a shot of scotch, and make it the good stuff, not that watered down well liquor you play off as real.”
She grabbed the bottle of scotch, made her way over to the asshole grinning at her, and filled up his glass.
“I’m not your baby, and you’ll drink whatever the hell we have.”
Butters didn’t give a shit if she talked back to the customers. In fact, a lot of them came in here because she didn’t put up with their crap. Her life didn’t revolve around them. She worked at a rundown bar to make ends meet.
With just a high school education and a few credits for the college night classes she’d taken, her options were limited. Moving away was out of the question seeing as she was barely paying her bills as it was, and she also couldn’t leave Nathan.
She dished out a few more shots, turned her back to the bar, and closed her eyes. She felt this tingling on the back of her neck, felt a tightness on her skin. Looking over her shoulder, she scanned the bar.
There were only a few empty tables, and since it was a Saturday night, it was getting packed. But as she trailed her gaze over the interior, not seeing anything out of the ordinary at first, she still felt that intensity surround her. Someone was watching her. She’d know that sensation from anywhere.
And then she stopped, stared at a corner table tucked in the back, the lights not quite reaching it.
It was lit up enough she could see the man that leaned back, his leg out in a relaxed position under the table, his arm slung over the back of his chair. He was smirking as he stared at her, and she didn’t like the fact he had this air of arrogance that surrounded him.
But she knew that man, had seen him several times over these last few weeks.
Mayhem. He’d called himself Mayhem that first time he’d asked her to go home with him.
He was a biker. She knew that by the Harley he’d always ridden in on and from the patch tattoo she’d seen peeking out from under the collar of his shirt. He might not wear a cut when he came in here, but she knew the type of guy he was.
He was big and muscular, resembling a lot of the bikers that came in here, but what set him apart was the fact he was quiet, laid back and observant, and the power and danger that came from him was controlled.
He might be the most dangerous man she’d ever met, and she didn’t even know him that well.
What this man didn’t do was hide the fact he wanted to fuck her, and his blatant offer to do just that had her resolve firming. She sure as hell didn’t screw anyone because they snapped their fingers, and she could tell just by looking at him that he probably wasn’t denied if he wanted something.
But he’d made offers to her over the last few weeks. He wanted her in his bed and had the balls to bring it up, to all but demand she put out.
She didn’t fuck a guy because he seemed scary and she was afraid. Butters might have a strong composure, might wear her courage on the outside, but she got frightened just like anyone else. She just knew how to hide it when the time called for it.