Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
I open my mouth to answer when it hits me. They truly don’t know who I am. For whatever reason, their men have kept aspects of the criminal world hidden from them.
I’m jealous. I wish I had the luxury. Just for a second to not know how completely ugly the world is.
“He’s not—” I shake my head. “But yes. You will most likely see more of us.”
“That’s good!” Gracie beams a wide smile at me, her two dimples perfectly dented. “Are you from the San Francisco chapter too?”
Diane leans into me. “What she really means to ask is, can you get her laid with Khaos?”
I choke on a laugh when Gracie scowls at Diane. “Khaos isn’t hard to lay. Just say he has a pretty smile and the boy will drop to his knees.”
Gracie laughs nervously. “No thanks. I have a kid. I don’t have time to do that.”
“You do?” I ask, surprised.
“I do. She’s six months old in three weeks. Hey, you should come and bring Wolf to her party.”
I smile up at her, a genuine one because as much as I want to ask how old she is, I know it’s not my business.
“Alright!” June claps her hands together. “Let’s go make breakfast.”
I follow them to the back, where the cook’s kitchen is. A full industrial-style oven, workbench, and pantry fills the room, and everything is clean. I’m beginning to think it’s because of these three.
“You guys cook them all breakfast and clean up after them?” I open the fridge door like I own the place. “I could never. I think I’d run Wicked over while he slept if he ever expected me to do that. No offense if you love it, though, I get that.”
“Hell no!” June laughs, pulling out a large mixing bowl and wooden spoon. “We cook for us and the kids. If there are leftovers, they eat.”
Gracie shakes her head, whispering, “She’s lying. She totally cooks for them.”
June ignores her and I watch as she starts whipping up pancakes. The batter is enough to feed a large army, though, so I know Gracie is right.
“You want some help?” I ask, tying an apron around my waist. Diane and Gracie are working on their own foods.
“Yeah, hon, you can start chopping the fruit in the fridge for the juice, so remove the pips and all that nasty stuff.”
I follow orders, whipping around the kitchen to find the utensils I need. I’m on to the bananas when June comes to stand beside me, heating up the skillet. “I was a chef before I met Kirb.” Her hand hovers over the plate, waiting for it to warm. “When he and I got married, he said I’d never work a day in my life. I didn’t take him seriously at first, but then I realized that he was for real. These aren’t the kind of bikers I was clearly used to, but I grew to love them. Love him, and the club. Anyway,” she starts pouring batter onto the hot plate, “that’s why I cook for everyone. I don’t do it because it’s a chore. I do it because I love to cook. I miss it.”
I drop the fruit pieces into the machine. “Why don’t you go back?”
She thinks on my words before turning to me. June has a motherly warmth to her. She has kind eyes that wrinkle around the edges and a little heart-shaped face. She is also beautiful. All three of them are. “Because I love him and he needs me more.” I think on her words as I start the juicer up. Could that be me? Leaving my family and being biker wife for Wicked? The thought alone sends a blanket of warmth over my body. I find myself smiling.
But I could never.
Blood in, blood out.
My smile falls.
“What about you?” Gracie asks from behind us, where she’s flipping the sausages in the oven and working on the eggs at the same time. “What do you do?”
I curl my lips behind my teeth. I should tell them, but I’m enjoying the authenticity of friendship more than I want to share. At least for right now.
“Long story.” I laugh nervously.
Diane’s eyes flick up to me, a small smirk on her mouth. “Please tell me you’re an OF creator like me so these bitches can stop riding my dick about it.”
“OF?” I ask, pulsing the machine until it’s turned to puree.
“Only Fans.”
“Oh!” I shake my head. “No. But that’s cool that you do that. I’ve thought about becoming a porn star more as an adult than ever.” They all laugh.
“Look, I respect Wicked, and I’m sure as we all get to know him even further we will love him, but he doesn’t give me Psyko vibes. I don’t think he’ll be into sharing.”
I tilt my head, ignoring the comment about Wicked. No one will ever know Wicked except Royce, Khaos, Wolf, and me. And Lion. And Papa. It was strange to me that as I chanted the list off in my head, the lonely boy who killed his father and came to my house traumatized had built such a beautiful family around him. He was healing from his trauma.