Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“Be careful with that one.” Kitty shakes her head, and I startle, forgetting she was there. “He’s my brother and I love him, but every woman in this place wants in his pants. And these bitches are feral—especially that one.” She jerks her chin to a dark-haired woman with eyes the color of a wolf glaring at me like I just killed her pup. “Georgina is fucking territorial. You don’t want any of that drama.”
“I can handle myself,” I say, sending a sugary sweet smile in Georgina’s direction. “But honestly, I didn’t come here for that. I just wanted to have a good time with a new friend.”
“Cheers to that.” She clinks her bottle against mine. “It’s weird. I’ve never seen Callan act like that with a woman before.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s not open with conquests or picking up women. Callan’s always been private with that stuff.”
That surprises me. A man in this environment with looks like that…Tyler sure as hell isn’t private and he should be.
“You don’t raw dog in my fucking bed,” someone yells. The sound of fists flying and making contact reminds me where I am. Who I’m with.
Callan is there in an instant, ordering a group to take it outside.
“Fight!” Kitty shouts, gaining her a round of cheers as the place empties out through a fire-exit door at the back of the room. “Come on.” She grabs our beer bottles, which keep getting replenished and leads me along with the crowd. The night is still muggy, the air sticky and thick.
“Is that a boxing ring?”
“Yep.” She skips toward the fighting ring set up outside. “Best way to settle grievances.” Excitement lights her eyes. An electric energy sizzles in the air. Pushing through the sea of people who have gathered with their drinks, I follow.
Money begins exchanging hands as they bet on their brothers. Kitty points to a tall, thin guy stripping off his top. “Green is a little wiry, but that makes him fast and gives him a long reach.” She gestures to the brute in the other corner. “Grease is hard as nails, but tires fast. You want to put money down?”
I look between the men, one much larger in muscle and width. “You took my purse with my wallet inside,” I remind her.
“I’ll spot you.” She pulls a wad of cash from her bra and waves it at a man writing the bets on a notepad. “Who you betting on?”
“I think the big guy could take out Green if he gets a hit on him.” Brute force will win this one.
“He has to catch him first,” she reminds me, shouting over the noise.
“Let’s go with Green then.” I’m jostled around as sweaty bodies close in.
“One hundred on Green.” The guy takes her money and writes down our bet, shaking his head at her. A bell rings, and the two brothers begin circling each other.
Green takes the first swing, hitting the larger man in the gut. Spitting phlegm, Grease roars and pounds his chest like an ape before making a grab for Green and missing.
“Why do they call him Green?” The crowd is loud and boisterous, forcing me to lean over to shout in Kitty’s ear.
“Because he can’t handle his drugs or beer,” she shouts. A couple brothers surrounding us slap her on the back, howling with laughter. “He turns green.” She looks at them and crosses her eyes.
Fists hit flesh with sickening thuds. Blood paints the ring’s canvas as the two men go at each other with savagery. I find myself looking through the crowd, seeking out Callan. It’s stupid to have such an obsession with someone I can never have, but my mind and body aren’t in sync. My pussy doesn’t seem to understand she can’t be his…even for a night.
A wet drip hits my cheek. I lift my head to the sky. Not a cloud in sight. I swipe at my cheek and look down at my hand. Red liquid smears across my fingers. Blood.
Harley.
My sister blasts into my thoughts, reminding me that one of these men is responsible for killing her.
“Boom!” Kitty jeers. I turn my attention back to the ring to see Grease standing over a battered Green.
“Here,” she says excitedly, picking something up from the edge of the ring and holding her hand out to me. I open my palm and don’t flinch when a tooth drops into it.
“A memento.”
“Erm…thanks.” I push the tooth into my pocket. Gross.
“Let’s do more shots.” Her voice rings out, getting an approving response.
“We lost, right?” I check once more that it is, in fact, Green who is out cold in the ring.
“Hence the shots.” Her blue hair shines under the hue of the moonlight like a beacon as she pushes through the crowd until we’re back inside. Instead of heading for the bar, she grabs my hand and tugs me to the dance floor. A pole dancer next to us sways her hips to the soft bass. I allow the music to flow through me, loosening my limbs.