Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
This ride is exhilarating. It’s a bigger rush than I ever imagined, and I rest my cheek against Preacher’s back. My first bike ride is an erotic experience, and when the bike stops behind a squat metal building, my pussy is throbbing.
As we pull up to the clubhouse, I see some guys outside, drinking and laughing. It doesn’t look dangerous but looks can be deceiving.
“Off you go,” Preacher says, his deep voice thick and gruff.
I jump off and stay close because my nipples are hard, my tits feel heavy, and I’m pretty sure my panties are one drop away from being soaked. “What’s this?”
“The clubhouse.”
“Oh, cool!” I practically run toward the heavy-looking back door.
“This way,” Preacher calls out, and I catch up with him as we round the building and enter through the front.
The place looks like a bar. A private bar with a half-dozen round tables and metal chairs with leather seats. Off to the right is a long bar made of some kind of dark wood and leather, a ton of bottles lining the mirrored wall behind it.
“This is nice,” I tell Preacher. “Mind if I get a drink?”
“Sure,” he answers quietly and stays close as I strut my way to the bar where an older woman in a black tank top and black denim mini skirt is pulling a few beers.
I smile at her before ordering. “Whiskey and coke, please. Jack if you got it.”
The woman doesn’t respond. I give her a minute and scan the rest of the place. Several guys, including Coop, are playing pool in the middle of the room. I wonder if one of them is Ace.
The bartender takes the glasses to the pool table and returns with a smirk that I don’t appreciate.
Not one fucking bit.
“Preacher,” she purrs. “What the fuck did you drag in here this time? A fucking peacock?”
Peacock? Oh, no, this bitch didn’t. “Better to be a beautiful peacock than a dried-up cunt.”
The bitch laughs. “Think you’re the first goth bitch to come in here and try to take my place? Takes more than young pussy to accomplish that.”
I smile. “Don’t seem like your old pussy has done anything to make you an old lady. Just an old bitter bitch,” I tell her and fly over the bar because I’m done taking her shit.
“Goth bitch,” I growl and reach for a handful of her over-teased hair and slam her head on the floor. “I’ll show you a fucking goth bitch.”
I mount the old bitch and pound her face and chest because she’s like every other bitch I know, thinking my blue hair and tats make me something I’m not. “I’ll fucking kill you, bitch!”
I’m vaguely aware of a pair of hands gripping my waist and tugging me away, but instead of going, I dig my knees in her sides and keep pounding on her.
“Get this crazy bitch off me!” She swipes up at me with her long black nails, and I lean back, which is the wrong move because the hands get a tight hold on me, and I feel myself start to give.
I spit at the old bitch a second before my body is airborne. “Watch your mouth bitch, or next time I’ll knock your fucking teeth out!”
As soon as my feet are on the ground, I back away from the hands that belong to Preacher. It’s a pity that’s how he gets his hands on me, but I don’t care, not right now. I step back and glare at him as the old bitch lunges for me.
“You’re a dead bitch,” she growls and lunges at me just as another guy with sunglasses on top of his head grabs her and yanks her back.
I look at the woman and the hot guy with the sunglasses and then back to Preacher. “You know what? Fuck this shit. I’m outta here.”
I scan the bar for my little black purse, snatch it up, and march my ass right out the front door I came in only minutes ago. I toss the strap over my head and drape it across my chest and then pull my phone out to text Ro that I’m on my way home.
“Gia, wait!”
I shake my head and look around to orient myself before I start across the massive parking lot. “Go away, Preach. I’m done with this shit. Fucking peacock!”
“I can’t do that. We need to talk. Stella was out of line, and she’s sorry. Come back inside.”
“Fuck that. I don’t need this shit, especially from some bitch old enough to be my grandmother.”
“Gia,” he growls, and the sound is now right beside me. “You’re gonna let a scuffle drive you away?”
“I won the fight, so there’s nothing or no one to drive me anywhere. I’m just leaving a situation I don’t like.”
His hand lands on my shoulder; the strength and heat stop me cold. “You’ll be safe. Trust me.”