Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
She cracked open the lid of her water and took several large gulps. It had never worked because of her.
They had all been sweet and understanding. After a few months, she’d been the one to always end it. Always. She hated it.
Drinking a bit more water, she closed her eyes and rubbed her temple. Why couldn’t Mac have been open today?
She needed the distraction. Her thoughts were constantly on Matthew. Always the same.
Matthew.
Matthew.
Matthew.
Ever since she’d seen his bike parked up near her campus, she’d known he’d been there, watching her. Why? Was it just to torture her some more?
What was his end game?
Instead of stewing in her thoughts, she rushed into the dining room, closed the window, slammed down her laptop, and made her way to the front door, where she grabbed her parents’ car keys.
She made sure to lock the house as she left. After climbing into the car, she turned over the ignition.
In the back of her mind, she tried to remember every single little detail of why this was wrong. Why she should get out of the damn car, go back into her house, and work on her story.
Authors never got published unless they had a damn story. No one would touch just an idea.
She pulled out of her driveway and headed toward the main Trojans MC clubhouse. She hadn’t been here since that night when she witnessed one of the women becoming an old lady. A rather odd title, but not one she was going to get into. This wasn’t about becoming an old lady.
Turn back.
Confront him.
What the hell are you doing?
Why are you so interested?
He broke your fucking heart.
He never cried over you.
He never cared.
All you were was a willing pussy.
Luna pulled into the Trojans MC’s parking lot. Several guys were hanging around. A couple she recognized, a few others she didn’t.
She noticed Raoul. During her time in high school, he’d been one of the guys a few girls had wanted. Even though he was older and didn’t go to school, they still wanted him. From what she knew, he was happily married and had a son.
Then there was Pike. Married with kids. She knew Crazy as well. The names of the others, she didn’t know, but she remembered them.
After climbing out of her car, she slammed the door. Of course, that garnered more attention than she wanted.
Get back in the car and go home.
That was all she wanted to do, but she was stuck now. Stuck with her decisions. She wasn’t going anywhere until she had confronted Matthew.
“Hey, Luna,” Raoul said. “Who are you looking for?”
“Matthew.” She wasn’t going to chicken out. “Do you know where I can find him?”
****
“Dude, wow. Fuck me,” Kid said, pulling his hand back and giving it a shake. “What the fuck is up with you?”
“You asked to hold the bag. Come on, hold it for me.”
Kid groaned. “This was before you went a little crazy on me. Fuck me. What is with you today?” He shook his hands out but stepped behind the bag, tensed, and waited for Matthew to strike. “Are you going to tell me what is going on?”
“Just hold the bag.”
He stared at the bag and slammed his fist against the flesh of it, enjoying the slight pain that came from it. In the back of his mind, he saw this stupid, fucked-up kid who screwed a lot of girls instead of paying attention to the one he really wanted.
Luna. He wanted her so fucking badly. Propositioning her like that had been a huge mistake. He shouldn’t have done it, but the words had just spilled from his lips.
Of course, if she came and asked him to fuck her, he wouldn’t say no. Only a fucking loser would say no. Last time he checked, he wasn’t a fucking loser.
He was in complete control.
Stepping back from the bag, Kid grunted again and shook out his arms.
Duke had told them today they didn’t have any work, to keep themselves busy. Matthew had already completed laundry duty. Kid and Rick had worked on the bathrooms. Matthew had done bathroom duty, and he much preferred to do laundry. It was easier. Less mess. Less stench.
Kid stepped back and sat down on one of the benches. “Jeez, man, remind me to never get on the bad side of that hook. Damn.”
Matthew had trained for a long time. Gone was the small, slender boy of his teenage years. He’d built muscle. Thick, hard, muscle. He wasn’t as big as some of the guys, but his dad had also told him that with time, he’d bulk out, like him.
Until then, he worked hard. He wanted the guys to know they could trust him. That was the point of being a prospect. Once you cleaned up a guy’s shit, piss, and everything in between, was there twenty-four seven, willing to do whatever was asked, and show your strength, then you became a fully fledged member.