Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Righting himself, his chest expands and deflates before he lowers the window and leans out. “Hey,” he says sheepishly.
“Don’t ‘hey’ me. Are you spying on me?” I ask incredulously.
“No.”
“Don’t lie.”
“I’m keeping an eye on you. There’s a difference.” His shoulders heave.
“If the person doesn’t know about it, it’s stalking.”
“Don’t bust my balls. Callan told me to tail you if you left the house.”
“Callan’s going to get his ass beat. You’re taking me to the club,” I inform him.
His eyes expand. “No, Rogue. I’m not supposed to.”
I knew Callan was keeping me away.
“You either take me or I take the car and go alone.”
“For fuck’s sake.” He smacks his hand against the steering wheel. I glare at him, noting the old woman is still watching me.
“Get in,” he finally caves.
I round the car and slip inside. “You know you’re crap at spying on people, right?” I raise a brow, pulling the seatbelt into place.
“You’re just a paranoid person,” he sulks, pulling away.
“No. You’re bad. Really bad. I spotted you before I even went anywhere.”
“It’s my first time,” he defends, taking his eyes off the road to look over at me. “You should be asking why Callan is having you tailed in the first place. What’s going on at the club?” he asks, like I’m more likely to know what’s going on than he is.
“What do you mean?” I wring my hands together.
“Everyone not patched in got booted out for the day.”
My heart thuds, the boom rattling my ribcage.
“They only do that when something big is going down.”
I think about Callan having to tell his brothers about their pres being alive. Maybe that’s why everyone else got kicked out.
“Was Kitty there?” I ask, remembering we left her at the hospital last night. A twang of guilt bubbles in my gut.
“Yeah, she’s there.” His tone holds irritation, drawing my attention to his face.
“Spill.” I poke his rib, and he swerves the car.
“Fuck, Rogue,” he scorns, but his tone is light and playful.
“What’s going on with you two?” I should be asking her or not getting involved, but I like Tim. He’s been good to me since I came to the Kings. And Cutter’s a dick.
“She’s hot and cold. I think Cutter might have a thing for her too.” He looks at me briefly, but he won’t get information from me about that.
“So, you actually do have a thing for her? It wasn’t just a messy, drunken hook-up?” I pry.
“It was a messy, drunken hook-up for her.” He shrugs.
“You’re a catch. She’s a fool to pass you over.”
He grins over at me.
“She’s the last person I should have a thing for. Callan will cut my balls off.”
“Kitty’s her own person. She doesn’t care what anyone says about her dating club brothers.”
“I’m not a brother yet.”
We reach the No Entry road sign leading up to the clubhouse, and my muscles stiffen. Maybe this was a bad idea.
I look to Tim to distract myself. “You will be. And do you want some advice?”
“Yeah, give it to me.” We reach the gates, and he pulls to a stop.
“Ignore her.”
“What?” He snorts, studying my face for signs that I’m joking.
“Trust me.” I give him a stern look. “Act like it was no big deal.”
“That really works?”
“Don’t be a dick about it, just don’t look like you’re pining.”
“I don’t pine.” He frowns, and I chuckle.
“I have faith she’ll make the right choice.”
“Who is she choosing between?” he edges.
“Nice try,” I scoff, rolling my window down. Looking up at one of the men in the watchtower talking on a phone. “Are they going to open the gates or what?”
“I told you the club is a no-go to everyone but the patched in brothers.”
“I think I know why,” I muse.
“Do you want to share?”
The gates suddenly open, and Tim groans. “I’m probably going to get my ass kicked for this.”
“I’ll tell them it was my fault.”
“They won’t care.” A mix of guilt and trepidation trickles into my blood.
Pulling into the compound, I gnaw at my bottom lip, rubbing my sweaty palms down my thighs. “Fuck,” Tim grumbles, turning his gaze from Callan walking out the front door.
Stopping the car, he twists his hands on the steering wheel.
“I’ll make this up to you,” I tell him.
I slip out of the car, immediately going into defense mode when Callan jabs a finger into the car. “Unbelievable.”
“Is it? Because your note said I’m predictable. You know, the one you left after fucking me into a coma and then disappearing.” Folding my arms, I come to a stop at the tip of his boots. The anger marring his features a moment ago vanishes, a smirk now gracing his lips.
“I like it when you say fuck, Rogue. It makes me want to take you over the hood of the car.”
“Do you like an audience?” Poor Tim’s already had an eyeful of me in my underwear.