Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
28
ALEX
No way in hell am I about to let this insanely addictive woman walk away from me just as things were starting to get good.
Over my dead fucking body.
It’s too good with her, too real, and I’m not about to let her run away from this. What we have is worth exploring, and fuck, I want to explore it like I never have with anyone else. And sure, maybe that makes me pussy-whipped for feeling this strongly about her so soon, but there’s no doubt in my mind that Kyah means something more.
She’s feisty as fuck, and her attitude is the sexiest thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing. I’ve never met anyone who keeps me on my toes the way she does. The second some bullshit comment flies out of my mouth, she throws one right back at me, putting me in my place, and I fucking love it.
She’s the first thing I think of when I wake up, and after finally getting to taste her Saturday night, I know there is no going back for me. Seeing her this morning in the hallway with those big blue eyes, looking at me as though she hasn’t nearly had enough, I know she feels it too.
This isn’t just some one-sided crush. It’s as real as it gets. So, why the fuck did she try to end it? It doesn’t make sense to me, but it won’t be long until I get my answers.
I’ve given her a little over twenty-four hours to sit with her bullshit, and now her time is up. I’m going to get what’s mine.
Grabbing my phone and keys off the counter, I lock up behind me and make my way out of the building. As I hit the street and make my way toward High Voltage Ink, I can’t help but wonder why things changed. Everything was going so well.
Is she able to sense that I haven’t entirely been honest? Can she tell that there’s something more to me, something I’ve hidden away? Because if so, she should run. Just ending things isn’t enough. If she really knew what I was capable of, she’d already be gone, but I could never hurt her. What I did to my mom, I could never do to her.
She’s safe with me. Surely she knows that.
Creeping closer toward High Voltage Ink, I see Kyah’s biker friend, Viper, sitting outside the shop on his phone. As I stride past him toward the door, his narrowed gaze locks on me, and I overhear his conversation.
“The fuck do you mean dead? Someone got at him?” My brows arch, and I find my pace slowing. I knew Viper and his men were into some shady shit, but I didn’t realize just how deep that ran. There’s a slight pause before he barks into the phone again, his gaze falling away from mine. “When? Last night?”
Viper glances through the front window of High Voltage Ink, his gaze focusing heavily on my girl, and I can’t help but wonder if there’s history between them. He looks at her as though he already knows how fucking sweet she tastes.
He mutters something under his breath, and just as I reach for the front door of the shop, Viper takes off, his bike rumbling so loud I feel its vibrations right through my chest.
The bell above the door chimes, alerting everyone to my arrival, and I watch Kyah as her head lifts from the sketchbook. A soft smile lingers on her lips, and as she meets my eyes, that smile falls away and she sucks in the slightest gasp.
I hold her stare, and the longer I look at her, the harder she becomes to resist, especially as she tries to fight a smile, only proving that she belongs with me. If she really wanted this to be over, she’d already be bitching me out, telling me to leave. Instead, her fingers are flinching at her side as though she’s trying to convince herself that she doesn’t want to touch me.
“What are you doing here?” Kyah asks, getting up from her table and meeting me at the counter, though she does her best to keep her distance.
My gaze lifts around the shop, noticing her boss, Big Jim, watching me like a hawk, and some other dude I’ve never seen before working on a client’s back. “You got a new guy?”
“Mm-hmm,” she says, sparing a glance toward him. “He came in for a trial this morning and Big Jim thought he was great and offered him to start straight away.”
“No shit,” I mutter, my gaze falling back to hers. “How do you feel about that?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “It’s weird looking over there and seeing someone else in Crew’s station, but I was drowning in work without him. I’ve finally had a chance to breathe and just focus on my own stuff today.”