Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
His eyes flash, and Esme has the audacity to fucking grin.
“Keep that grin and I’ll wipe it clean off your fucking face, Esmerelda,” I snarl, my voice a low hiss.
Her head jerks back, and her eyes darken. “What did you fucking say to me?”
“I didn’t stutter.”
She takes a step toward me, but Wolfe puts his arm across her chest to stop her. “Enough,” he warns.
“That’s right, listen to your biker. At least we can both agree on one thing. Wolfe is an exceptional fuck. I just wish you didn’t interrupt so I could have at least finished,” I throw at her, turning.
“Oh, hell no,” she yells, then she shoves Wolfe’s hand away and lunges at me, slamming into my back.
I fall face first onto the ground. I deserve it, I know, but that doesn’t stop me from fighting back. Cursing, my knees screaming in pain, I toss my body up as hard as I can, throwing Esme off. Then, I roll and slam into her, pinning her to the ground. Before a single punch can be thrown, bikers are running over, pulling us apart. I see it’s Kael that has me, and there is no breaking the death grip he has.
Wolfe hauls Esme off the ground, but that hasn’t stopped her mouth from running. She is still screaming curses at me.
“Fuck you,” I spit.
“At least he wants me here,” she screams, squirming. “You were just a bit of fun; it was me that he came after.”
That stings.
I try to wiggle free from Kael’s grip, but I’m having no luck.
“Get her inside,” Wolfe orders. “Clean her up.”
“I’m not staying here,” I hiss, squirming again.
Ignoring my protest, Wolfe growls, “Nobody lets her leave. Nobody.”
“You can’t,” I begin, but Kael spins me away.
“Come on, you fiery little shit stirrer. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I can hear the laughter lacing his tone.
“It’s not funny,” I protest as he pulls me toward the large warehouse.
“Oh, it’s fuckin’ hilarious.”
We step inside, walking past a heap of bikers playing pool, and into a back room behind the bar stocked with alcohol. Kael pushes me down onto a stool and orders me not to move before disappearing and coming back a few minutes later with a large first-aid kit.
“Fuck, she beat you up good,” he murmurs when he squats down in front of me.
“Do not give her that satisfaction. I got hit by a car on my way here.”
His ice-blue eyes swing up to mine. “What the fuck?”
“Just when you thought your day couldn’t get any more interesting,” I mumble.
He chuckles. “Well fuck me, you are certainly a handful.”
“So I’ve heard.”
He prepares a bowl full of water and some liquid he takes from the kit, then he gets a large gauze and dunks it in before beginning the long cleaning process. My knees are burning, but I grit my teeth and don’t make a sound. Once he’s done cleaning them, he lathers them in something that burns like all hell, and then he moves to my hands.
“Who hit you?”
“I don’t know,” I admit. “Someone who hates me, which is about two thousand or more people, considering it’s not a huge town.”
Kael grins, looking up at me. God he’s beautiful. “Well, that’s only half the town.”
I snort. “In that case, it has grown. It’s probably closer to three thousand nine hundred then.”
He chuckles. “Ain’t it amazing how our parents can fuckin’ destroy so much for us, even when we do nothin’ except exist.”
I swallow. “Yeah.”
The door opens and Wolfe steps inside, his eyes full of pent-up rage and frustration. Oh great, how wonderful.
“I’ll take it from here,” he mutters, and Kael pushes to his feet.
“I’d rather he didn’t,” I say to Kael, ignoring Wolfe.
“Sorry darlin’.” Kael grins. “Best of luck.”
Great.
He leaves and closes the door, leaving Wolfe and me alone in the room. Wolfe walks over, picking up where Kael left off. I grit my teeth when he takes my hand, cleaning it and revealing some deep gashes. The silence between us is intense, and I try to keep my eyes anywhere else but on him.
“You should know, I don’t appreciate you comin’ into my club, startin’ shit.”
“Well you should know,” I retort, “that I don’t like being attacked by your little girlfriend.”
“You provoked her.”
I snort. “We both know that she has been waiting to do that since I first walked through those gates.”
He looks up at me, and my heart skips a beat. Dammit. I wish more than anything my body didn’t react to him this way.
“You’re just fuckin’ salty that I left the other day.”
I hold my breath, that familiar burn of shame washing through me.
“I’m not a fuckin’ asshole, I wasn’t goin’ to let her leave without explainin’.”
I don’t need to hear this.
I’m in no mood.
I push out of the chair and try to step past him toward the door.