Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 90919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Everyone knows they’ll end up together.
They’re best friends.
Maybe even soul mates, if you believe in that kind of thing.
Too bad they can’t stop fighting long enough to figure it out.
When an argument between them turns into a heated discussion about their relationship, Myla is left devastated. She’s convinced that she may have broken their relationship for good.
But none of that matters when Cian is blindsided by an emergency back home that no one could have anticipated.
Because when one of their own is in trouble the Aces and Eights MC won’t let them go through it alone.
And when it comes to the man she loves, neither will Myla.
She’s just hoping that Cian won’t throw her out the moment he sees her.
This book contains the two best friends that anyone could have, inappropriate parents, found family, annoying older brothers, women who aren't afraid to speak their minds, violence, an alpha hero, and plenty of spice.
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Chapter 1
Myla
“You should’ve come with me,” I sang into the phone, running my hand along the side of the building so I didn’t go ass over teakettle on the uneven ground.
“I still feel like shit,” my best friend Lou mumbled, laughter in her voice. “Having a good time?”
“I’ve been dancing for an hour,” I confirmed. “I haven’t been this sweaty in at least a year.”
“That guy.” She snickered. “What was his name?”
“John,” I replied with a shudder. “But thankfully, this time it’s my own sweat.”
“Sweaty John,” she said with a laugh. “Right.”
“Everyone is here but you,” I complained. “Frankie was doing shots with my brother, and he puked.”
“Which brother?”
“Dumb question.”
“Rumi.”
“Yep. You should’ve seen Nova’s face. She was torn between laughing her ass off and punching him. It was awesome.”
“Where are you now?” Lou asked, her voice muffled like she’d pressed her face back against the pillow.
“Going back to my tent,” I said with a sigh. “I was feeling the need to sit down—”
“Uh-oh.”
“Yeah.” I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. “If I passed out and one of my brothers had to drag me out of there—”
“Or your dad.”
I shuddered again.
“Yeah, they’d never let me hear the end of it. So, I’m attempting to find my way back.”
I stopped at the edge of the building.
I’d gotten to the clubhouse early to help my mom and grandma with food and setting everything up, so when my brother Mick had set up the tent for me and my other best friend Frankie, it had been pretty much empty field out back. That was no longer the case. There had to be at least forty tents.
“Shit,” I mumbled, trying to remember where my little blue tent was. It was so dark out that I couldn’t even tell what color any of them were.
“What’s wrong?” Lou asked.
“Can’t find my tent.”
She laughed. “I believe in you. Call me in the morning. I’m going to crash.”
“Fine,” I grumbled good-naturedly. “Love you. Feel better.”
“That’s the plan,” she confirmed. “Love you, too.”
After she’d hung up, I dropped the phone from my ear and ran my gaze over the tents again. There were a couple of guys sitting in lawn chairs, keeping an eye on things. They were passing a joint back and forth, and I squinted, trying to figure out who it was.
There were so many clubs in town visiting—I had no idea why, but I was always down for a party—that there was an entire area in the far field with more tents. The ones in front of me were only for Aces and their women. I wasn’t either of those, but I was the grown daughter of a member…and the granddaughter of one, and the sister of even more of them, so I had a sleeping spot right out the back door.
It would’ve been freaking ideal if I knew which tent was mine. There were only a couple sleeping bags and backpacks in ours, which should’ve narrowed it down…but there was no way in hell I was going to start poking around. That was a good way to see people naked that you never wanted to see naked. There were only so many rooms inside the clubhouse, and most of the boys had brought tents. Most of the boys were also related to me in some way.
Looking down, I fumbled with my phone, trying to turn on the little flashlight, when a pair of unfamiliar fingers wrapped around my hips.
I looked at them dumbly for a moment, my mind not quite catching up before lips hit the back of my neck.
“What the fuck?” I snapped, yanking at the hands.
“Just me,” the guy said with a laugh.
Stumbling a step away, I turned on him. He was vaguely familiar. Tall with light hair and a smile I’d clocked earlier in the night.
“You should probably go back inside,” I said with a little shooing motion. I just wanted to find my sleeping bag and crash for the night.
“Right,” he murmured, still chuckling. He reached for me again.
“I’m not kidding,” I insisted, glancing toward the Aces in the lawn chairs. They hadn’t noticed us, and one of the chairs was empty.
“You’ve been dancin’ on me all night,” he said, his hand wrapping around my waist.
Now, I’m not sure if it was the liquid courage racing through my veins—that I was on club property and I’d always been safer there than anywhere else—or the fact that he wasn’t aggressive but just seemed to have a hard time recognizing a brush off, but I wasn’t scared.
Annoyed, yes. Scared, not at all.
“I was dancing with everyone,” I replied, reasonably, I thought, as I yanked on my arm.
“You know that’s not true.” He chuckled as he pulled me closer.
“Not interested, bud,” I said, finally getting to the point. “Find someone else to hook up with.”