Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Chapter 4
Ronan
I try to push Lola away, but instead of that, I’m more interested in watching Bruin and his cousin as he walks her around to the members. My breaths are almost coming out as gasps when they stop in front of me.
Bruin points at his cousin. “Ronan, this is my cousin, Bree. Bree, this is Ronan. He’s the VP.”
She blushes prettily and I nod my head at her, not trusting my voice right now.
Lola runs her hands across my chest. “And I’m Lola. We were just about to sneak back to Ronan’s room so we’ll catch you later.”
If I wasn’t staring at her I would have missed it. Anger flares in Bree’s face. She tamps it down, but barely. I want to say something, tell her it’s a lie, but I don’t. I don’t owe her anything.
“Lola, I can’t right now. I have club business. Go check on Sayer, I think he’s needing some attention.” She doesn’t want to, but she knows better than to not listen to me. She walks away but not before I see the dirty look she gives Bree.
But Bree doesn’t back down. She smiles at her and gives her a nod, like telling her to go before she smiles slyly at her. If anything, my dick gets even harder and I can feel the precum dripping from my tip. She doesn’t back down from Lola. That’s a sight to see because most of these women here are scared of her. Well, everyone but Mom. Nobody messes with Mom.
“I heard you had a run-in with an Eater today.”
She doesn’t say anything but instead just nods her head. I wish she would talk; already I’m missing her voice. I point to her neck. “Did Solos do that to you?”
Her hand goes up to her neck and caresses the faint bruise before she whispers, “Yes. Well, I don’t know his name, but yes, it was from today.”
The light lines on her neck make me think how bad it must have been. We’re fast healers and if she still has marks, it had to be bad. My fists clench at my sides. The thought that one of the Eaters had their filthy hands on her makes me want to go to Eater territory right now and finish this.
“Deator’s watching us. You ready to meet the president?” Bruin asks her.
She takes a deep breath, and if I wasn’t watching her so close, I would never have guessed that she is nervous. “Yes.”
Bruin wraps his arm around her and a growl escapes my lips. They both look at me in surprise but I just look away and lead the way to my dad. I could kick myself. The whole walk over, I remind myself I don’t want to settle down. She’s definitely not a club slut. She’s the type to settle down and I. Don’t. Want. That. I say it over and over, almost making myself believe it until I get to where my dad’s standing and turn back around to face Bree and Bruin. One look at her and I know my little talk to myself was a waste of time. I’m fucked.
I look over at my dad, see the anger in his face, and notice it’s directed at Bree. I know I can’t just walk away from this girl. In order to convince my dad to protect her, I’m going to have to be one hundred percent on board.
I know with Dad and Klaus’ history, he’s not going to want to put his hand out for a stranger. No, he’s been burned before and he’s not going to put the club in that situation again. And the last time we went against the Eaters, we were the victors then, but barely.
Bruin finally breaks the silence. “Bree, this is Deator, the president of the New Law. And this is his ol’ lady, Kass.”
Bree surprises us all when she gasps and dirty-looks her cousin. “Bruin, you don’t call her an ol’ lady.” She swats him across his stomach and then turns to my mom. “I’m so sorry. I swear we were raised better than that.”
We all start laughing then, even Deator. He tries to stop it, but I see his lips curving up on the sides.
My mom laughs, bringing Bree in for a hug. “Honey, he didn’t mean anything by it. I promise, I’m Deator’s ol’ lady. That’s what we call a woman that is tied to one man. It just means he claimed me.” Mom reaches over and pats Dad’s stomach. “And don’t let the white hair fool you… I definitely want him to claim me.”
My stomach lurches as she says it. “Mom! C’mon, no one wants to hear that.”
Bree looks at me with a smile on her face and I can’t help but match it. We stare at each other for so long, I know my mom notices. She’s looking between the two of us and she smirks at me. Yeah, she knows. On that cue, I excuse myself. I remind myself that even though I want to help her, I don’t want to settle down. There’s no sense adding fuel to the fire and standing around gawking at her.