Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Without her, we would surely crumble.
“Church, babe,” Capone told me.
Nodding once at him, I held my finger up, signaling to give me a moment, and then I headed into the kitchen to greet our woman. She was wearing a pair of shorts that showed the curves of her ass cheeks and a soft crop top with no bra. If there was one thing April hated, it was wearing a bra. But honestly, I couldn’t blame her. The contraptions looked uncomfortable. I couldn’t imagine wearing one all the time.
“Good morning,” I rumbled, wrapping my arms around her from behind and pressing a kiss to her cheek. Her belly was soft, and I couldn’t resist rubbing my hands over the soft flesh.
“Hi,” she said, turning her head to kiss me properly. I groaned and deepened it for a moment, but not long enough that she ended up accidentally burning herself or the food got ruined. I released her after and took a step back. If I didn’t, I might end up setting her on the counter and fucking her into the middle of next week. To hell with the food.
“Sleep well?” I asked her, leaning on the counter next to where she was cooking.
She nodded. “Spent the night with River.” River was the only non-officer member we had, and he’d gotten here shortly before April did. He’d been freshly released from prison with nowhere to go if he didn’t want to return home, which was got him in trouble in the first place. He’d gotten caught up with the wrong people in exchange for somewhere to live, and they’d ratted him about the drugs in the house out to save their own asses.
So, when he showed up here needing a place to go, we took him in. It took Capone a minute to trust him, but River proved himself to us over and over. Now, Capone doted on him almost as much as he doted on April.
He was our sweet baby boy.
River stuck around here when we had to deal with club shit. He wasn’t muscular by any means, but he could hold his own in a fight, and he was quick with his mind. And he was damn near perfection with a tattoo gun in his hand. Right here at home with April was where we needed him the most, and he didn’t bat an eye when he was left behind with her. I was pretty sure he preferred to be with her anyway.
None of us thought he was bi at first, but then Rider caught him watching gay porn one day. Capone walked in on them fucking shortly after, and from there, he joined the rest of us.
There had never been jealousy among us. We shared with each other but didn’t touch anyone outside of the club. It kept away drama with women, and it kept us safe. And we were all definitely satisfied.
And then April showed up, flipping everything out of sorts. Capone sent her away the first day she’d come begging for somewhere safe to stay with bruises discoloring her skin and tears streaming down her face. None of us had any idea why she thought we would protect her. We kept to ourselves for a reason, and we weren’t friendly with anyone in town.
But then she came back the next day, barely conscious, covered in blood and more bruises, barefoot and shivering. Capone had been in town getting groceries for all of us when she popped up, and when she collapsed in my arms, falling unconscious, I’d taken the choice out of Capone’s hands. I wasn’t letting Capone toss her out a second time. I was terrified she would end up dead if we didn’t take her in.
But the moment he’d seen her—battered and bloodied—Capone hadn’t been able to turn her away again either. She’d been here ever since. It had taken mere hours for her to win over Capone once she was conscious, and I was pretty sure he was the most smitten with her out of all of us.
“Tank,” Capone called from the entrance to the kitchen. I looked over my shoulder at him, arching a brow. “Church,” he commanded, looking a bit impatient this time.
I rolled my eyes, kissed April one more time, and then slipped out of the kitchen, following Capone into the chapel. I took my seat on his left.
“What’s on the table?” I asked, glancing at Capone since he’d been so fucking impatient.
“Got a run,” he said. I grunted. Fuck, Rider and I had just gotten back from one. “I got the call about six this morning. Three crates for the Savage Crows.”
“Grim or Copper?” Smokey, the road captain, asked, flicking his blonde strands out of his damn near black eyes. Smokey was… special. He had a sweet, tender soul, but I knew a monster lurked beneath his skin. He struggled with depression, and due to his past, he wasn’t interested in sex in the slightest.