Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 48700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
"What are you doing?" she asks breathlessly, her eyes wide and pupils dilated.
"Getting you naked in my bar," I growl, already working on pulling her boots off. "And as soon as I do, I'm eating that perfect cunt right here." My hands make quick work of her boots, flinging them over my shoulder as I smirk at her. "Once you're done soaking my face and this bar, I plan to fuck you on top of it. Any more questions?"
She hesitates for a moment, then whispers with a wicked grin, "Just one." She lifts her hips, allowing me to drag her jeans and panties down her legs. "What's taking you so long?"
Ah, fuck. I knew she was perfect.
Two hours later, we walk out of the bar hand in hand, the cool night air washing over us. She shivers, so I pull her close, wrapping an arm around her waist. The things I just did to her inside that bar…well, Jessup is going to fucking kill me if he ever finds out.
But I'll die happy, that's for damn sure.
I lead her to the truck, boosting her inside before buckling her in. She rolls her eyes at me.
"What'd I tell you about that shit?" I ask, my eyes narrowed on her.
"Yeah, yeah. You can punish me later. My legs are barely functioning right now, Memphis," she mutters around a yawn, making me chuckle.
I press a kiss to her lips, chuckling, and then slam the door before jogging around to the driver's side. I pull out, glancing in the rearview.
A dark van pulls onto the road behind us.
My brows furrow when I spot it. It looks like Venom's van, but he went home hours ago. Why the fuck is he still out here?
"My mom die last year," Kylie says quietly, pulling my attention to her. It's the first real thing she's told me about her life. "Before then, it was just me and her for a long time. I was bullied in school, so I've never really let anyone close. I'm not sure how, Memphis."
"We'll get there, baby." I reach for her hand, kissing her fingers as I issue the promise. She may not realize it, but she's already letting me close. She's already letting me in. "I'm sorry about your mom."
"Me too," she whispers.
We ride in silence for a moment before she speaks again.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"You can ask me anything, Toto."
"Why did you open the bar?"
"Jayson," I whisper quietly, my throat tight. "He always said he wanted to run his own biker bar. He never got the chance so…"
"So you did it for him," she says, understanding in her voice.
"Yeah."
"He'll never see it, but I wanted him to have his dream. Even named the damn thing the Devil's Run, which is the name he picked out back when we were young and dumb and didn't know any goddamn better."
"You really loved him, didn't you?"
"He was the only family I had," I admit softly as we drive. "I grew up in foster care, bouncing from place to place. We met in high school and were thick as thieves. When I fell in with an MC, he followed me." My sigh is heavy with regret. "Shit was copacetic for a while, and then it took a turn. I had nothing to lose, so I turned with it. But Jayson…Jayson had family. His mom found out and kicked his ass out, told him not to come around again until he was done with that kind of life. That should have been enough to screw my head on straight, but it wasn't."
I glance in the rearview again and see the same fucking van following a few car lengths behind us. What the fuck? Anxiety creeps up my spine, but I push it down, focusing on Kylie and the words I need to say.
"We got deeper and deeper into the life. By the time I realized we needed to get the fuck out before we did something we couldn't take back, Jayson had no interest in leaving. He had a girl at the clubhouse and was rising through the ranks. He was there because of me, and I couldn't leave him, so I stayed, too."
Kylie reaches out for me, placing her hand on my arm as if to offer comfort.
"The night he was killed, I was on a drug run. Everyone else was drunk and passed out. One of our prospects double-crossed us to a new club in the area. We had no beef with them, but they wanted our territory. The prospect let the motherfuckers in. It was a bloodbath," I whisper.
"I got back in time to find Jayson…" My voice cracks, the memory still raw and painful.
Kylie unlatches her seatbelt, sliding across the bucket seat until she's pressed up against me, holding onto me like a lifeline. "He took his last breath in my arms. I fuckin' lost it, Kylie. What I did…"