Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 12073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 60(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 60(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
“Prospect, I don’t care who you think sent her, we never touch a woman that doesn’t want to be touched. If you’re wanting to join the Exiled Guardians, that’s one of the first things you should know about us.” He starts walking toward me and I sway on my feet.
He leans down and puts an arm under my legs, picking me up like I don’t weigh anything. “It’s okay, honey. No one will hurt you here,” he whispers down to me. He looks up at the man he called Prospect. “And Jeremy Johnson is Sniper. I don’t know who she is but you better pray the pres doesn’t kill you for what you just did to her.”
He walks away then with me in his arms. He was gruff talking to Prospect but with me, his voice softens. “It’s okay, honey. I’m going to take you to Sniper, or uh, Jeremy. I’m Brick and I promise…”
But I don’t hear him. I pass out as he walks through the entrance with me in his arms.
Chapter 2
Sniper
The knock on my office door barely resonates before it swings open and in walks Brick, our sergeant in arms, with a curvy bundle in his arms.
With only one glance at her, I can feel the blood in my veins throbbing. My hands fist at my sides. Am I jealous of my brother? Fuck yeah, I am.
“Do you have to knock them out to get them to come home with you now, Brick?” I ask him.
He walks over to the couch. “Har, har, Pres. Nope, this little bundle is for you. Came to the gate asking for you. Prospect roughed her up a little, but I don’t think he caused the bruises. I think they were there before she got here.”
I jump out of my seat. “Did he knock her out?”
He shakes his head. “No, she passed out while I was carrying her in here. She was barely able to stand upright on her feet.”
He lays her down gently so as to not jostle her. She doesn’t wake. She instantly curls to her side with her hands between her knees and buries herself deeper into the couch.
Brick and I stand over her and I have to stop myself from reaching over and waking her up to demand who gave her the bruises. Her lip is swollen and her eye is black and blue, but none of that takes away from her beauty. Her long red hair is in tangles over her shoulder and even though she’s curled up, I can tell she is short, probably a foot shorter than my six foot three inch frame. She has a curvy body and I want to trace my hand over the curve of her hip so bad I can almost feel it.
She moves a little as if she’s trying to get comfortable and she grimaces, making me wonder where else she may be hurt.
“Do you know her?”
I turn to the man beside me. I had forgotten he was still here. Brick is looking down at her and there is pity in his expression. He’s a big brute of a man so the compassion on his face would surprise some people. Not me though. We served together in the army years ago. I’ve seen him kill a man with his bare hands then pick up a child and carry him ten miles through a war zone to get him to safety.
I shake my head side to side. “No. I don’t know her. You said she was asking for me?”
He nods. “Yep, well, actually for Jeremy Johnson. The prospect didn’t know that name so he was messing with her.”
“What do you mean, ‘messing with her’?”
“He thought the Kings had sent one of their women over to mess with us. I don’t know really. When I showed up she was struggling to get out of his grasp.”
I walk over to my desk and gesture for him to follow me. “Which prospect was it?”
His lips flatten. “Blade.”
I probably could have guessed. We’ve had problems with Blade since he started. “Get rid of him. We don’t treat women like that. Hell, we don’t even treat the sweet butts that way. Make an example of him before he goes.”
Everyone, member and prospect alike of the Exiled Guardians, knows that we don’t touch women. We are a group of law abiding men, well, for the most part anyway. We run legit businesses. The bar, the strip club, the bike shop and the tattoo parlor. But we are still a biker club and family and brotherhood runs in our veins.
Brick nods his head, but I can see the question in his eyes before he even asks. “What about her? What are we going to do with her? Do you think she is bringing trouble with her?”
I merely nod. Yep, no man is going to give her up without a fight and I’m assuming that’s who gave her the bruises.