Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 126840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
He could hear music coming from inside, but he wasn’t sure if it was loud enough to drown out sound from outside, so he got close to her.
And it didn’t escape him he got right up into her space, and she had no idea he was there.
He could be stealthy, what his club was about, it was essential.
But she was even shit at this part of whatever the fuck she was doing.
If you were somewhere you weren’t supposed to be, you kept your senses sharp for any threat. You didn’t stand there and let a man, who was six inches taller than you and had at least fifty pounds on you, get right up in your shit.
But once there, he didn’t dick around.
He asked low, “What the fuck are you doing?”
She made a peep, jumped, whirled, took a step away, but then froze and stared up at him, her pretty lips parted, the whole surprise gig.
So, she could be cute.
That didn’t help how she affected his dick.
“You…” She didn’t finish, she just went back to staring at him.
“Text your friend to head back to the car,” he ordered.
“Who are you?”
“Text your friend to head back to the car,” he repeated.
Her brows drew down over her eyes. “Do you know Christos?”
He looked in the window.
There were three guys in there, sitting around a kitchen table. Two had their heads close, looking at the same phone. One was doing something on a laptop. They were all of the same ethnicity, maybe Italian. They were all dressed like Neiman Marcus threw up on them. And they were one better looking than the next.
He returned his attention to Hellen.
“We can stand here and chat, they could hear us or one of them look out the window and see us, or you can text your friend and we can talk at your car.”
When she hesitated, he reached out, grabbed her hand and pulled her to the hedge.
She came with him, and when he looked back, he saw her walking, hand in his, no struggle, head down, phone illuminated in her other hand. She was texting her friend.
He was surprised at this, first because he was a stranger. As far as he knew, she’d seen him once at Fortnum’s.
Second, because she seemed like the kind of woman to put up a fight, even when it would be stupid to do it, just to make a point.
Last, because he was how he was, and she was how she was.
Sure, Jagger was a part of her family, and anyone who was family of a brother of Chaos was Chaos family. So she clearly had experience being around bikers.
But he’d had thirty-six years of people like her thinking people like him were someone you feared or looked down on and avoided.
The fact she walked hand in hand with him and did what he told her to do, for some reason trusting him right off the bat, did something to his dick too.
Also something was happening in his chest.
Like the rest, even though this was harder, Core ignored it.
He didn’t take her to her car.
His truck was a few car lengths down from hers, farther from the house.
He took her there.
They stopped on the sidewalk by the passenger door, and he let her hand go, which kinda sucked, but it would seem weird if he held on to her.
Then he repeated himself. “Now, tell me what the fuck you’re doing.”
“Who are you?” she demanded.
“Hardcore. Resurrection MC.”
Another wave of surprise hit her, then he could tell she thought she knew something.
“Oh my God, does Jagger know what Christos is up to?” she asked.
This Christos thing again.
“Who’s Christos?” he asked in return.
The friend jogged up but took the last five steps with her torso shifting back, her eyes locked to Core.
She stopped next to Hellen and demanded, “Have you been holding out on me?”
“No,” Hellen answered, flipping a hand at Core. “I’m as surprised as you are. He just showed up.”
Both women looked at him.
Core sought patience, not his biggest strength.
“What. Are you two women. Doing here?” he clipped.
“What are you doing here?” Hellen retorted.
“Keeping an eye on you,” he told her.
“Why?” she shot back.
He debated whether or not to tell her.
Straight up, he’d wondered why they hadn’t gone to the family in the first place. That part wasn’t communicated to him, and once Beck showed him a picture of Hellen, he didn’t ask.
But now, he had to make a decision.
It wasn’t like they’d bugged her house and Core knew everything about her. That said, he’d been watching her on and off for weeks, leaving for work, getting home from work, grocery shopping, hanging with her chicks, her family, going out with her man.
And everything he’d noticed when it came to Hellen Moynihan said the woman had her shit together.
“There are concerns your cousin is up to something,” he shared.