Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
I tell you, I would kill for a pizza right now but getting past these guys is next to impossible and they refuse to bring me any luxuries because I “stole” from them and they don’t “trust” me. Whatever, I say. I’m doing them a damned favor, the least they could do is bring a girl some cheesy crust pizza.
Two hours pass and, finally, Beckett shows his face, walking into the warehouse like he owns the place. If I didn’t know how toxic dick strapped to a man that looks like him was, I would be climbing him like a god damned tree. Girl has needs, and he would most certainly fulfill them. He has the body of a god and a face to match. The man is gorgeous, and, sadly, he knows it.
He’s the walking image of Thor, only he has these gorgeous brown eyes.
Anyway.
Focus, Poppy.
“You done here for the day?” he asks me, voice gruff as he walks over. “I need to do some shit, and I can’t be babysittin’ you all afternoon.”
“Wow,” I say. “Hello to you, too. How are you? How’s life treating you? I hope you’re well.”
He glares at me. “Are you fuckin’ done or not?”
“Are you this nice to all women, or am I just the lucky one?”
“You’re not a fuckin’ woman. You’re the devil.”
I grin. “That has to be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Thanks, big guy.”
“Don’t fuckin’ call me that. You done?”
“No, sir.” I roll my eyes. “This is a long ass process and it’s going to take a lot of time.”
“How the fuck did you do this on your own without all the equipment?”
“Oh, I had equipment. It wasn’t as good as this stuff, but it did the job. I know people.”
He shakes his head. “How much longer is this going to be?”
“I told you, it’s a long process.”
“I told you, I’ve got shit to do.”
“Should have had me put down, then,” I say, squinting as the printer does its thing. “Would have been easier for you.”
He mutters something under his breath.
“What’s so important that you can’t babysit, as you so fondly like to call it,” I ask.
“Got a fuckin’ date, if you must know.”
I snort a laugh. “You’ve got a date?”
He glares at me. “Yeah.”
“Has she met you?”
His glare deepens, the crease between his eyes turning into a deep line. “No, she fuckin’ hasn’t.”
“Oh, that poor thing. You should break it to her now.”
“Fuck off, Poppy.”
“Seriously.” I cross my arms. “She might look at you and think, oh, Daddy, yes, but then you’re going to open your mouth and she’s going to be out of there.”
“You done?”
“What’s her name? I’m going to pre-warn her.”
He looks like he’s going to take my head off if I open my mouth once more.
All the more reason to open it.
“How. Much. Fuckin’. Longer?”
He says that through gritted teeth.
“Two hours.”
“Fine.”
“You should brush your hair before you go, you don’t want her to think she’s dating a woman,” I point out, finger aimed at his ridiculously thick, long hair that is super sexy on him.
He gives me a look that could bring someone to their knees.
“Do your fuckin’ job, or we’re goin’ to have problems.”
God, these bikers really are pushy.
“We both know we won’t have problems,” I say, snarkily. “You’re not going to do anything to me because I’m the one bringing your weak ass club money, and without me, you’ll all have to sell the rubbish that you were trying to make before.”
Beckett moves like lightning, hand around my throat, slamming me against the closest wall. It takes me by surprise, and I gasp as his fingers tighten around my neck, just enough to get my heart racing. “Listen and listen good, you stole from us. You mean absolutely fuckin’ nothin’ to this club and if you keep runnin’ your trap, we can make you disappear. If you think because you’re a woman, we won’t do that, you’re sadly mistaken. Watch your fuckin’ mouth, or I’ll find a hole to bury you in.”
He releases me, and I stare at him, hate and anger mixed in my expression. “Are you finished? Great speech, but I’m not sure it sunk in.”
“Do your fuckin’ job,” he growls low.
Oh, I’ll do my job. I’ll do my job alright.
But I’ll make sure I take these motherfuckers down while I’m doing it.
Nobody treats me like that.
Especially not a piece of shit biker.
Beckett will find something out about me ...
I hold a damn good grudge.
“I NEED SUPPLIES,” I say, arms crossed, facing the group of bikers staring at me.
“We’ve got a ride, can’t be takin’ you into town,” Riggs tells me. “You’re goin’ to have to wait.”
“If I wait,” I grind out, “it’ll delay me by days. That means more time making this shit and more time with all of you. Put a tracker on me, I don’t give a shit. I need to go and get some things.”