Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I released him and walked so I was standing behind Katie. She glared at me over her shoulder. “I don’t need you to protect me,” she growled.
I slightly knelt down so my lips were at her ear, my hands resting on her upper arms. “Sweetheart,” I whispered, “I never said you couldn’t protect yourself. However, one hit from him, and you’d be out cold. A thank you will suffice.”
“So will a go fuck yourself,” she muttered.
I rolled my eyes. She could never stop being a bitch. What Nicholas said was true. If daddy spoiled his little girl too much, this was what she turned out like.
My dad finally stood up from the floor and glared at me. “Travis, when in the hell did you get out of prison? What the fuck are you doing here?” He paused, thinking. Amusement lingered in my eyes. “Why in the hell didn’t you fucking return home?!” he roared.
Home? What fucking home?
“I’ve been out of prison for about three years, about to be four in July,” I told him, my voice cold. I had no love for the man standing in front of us. “I’m here because I have business to see to.” I completely ignored his last question, knowing if I answered it, shit would hit the roof, and that was the last thing that I needed with Katie around. She could get hurt. “I’d say it’s a pleasure to see you again, but in reality, it’s not.”
Katie snickered in amusement.
I grabbed Katie’s arm and dragged her out of the room, not sticking around any longer. “What are you doing?” she demanded. “Travis, where in the hell are you taking me? I haven’t even eaten yet, and it’s lunch time!”
She just saw all of that shit go down, busted a beer bottle over someone’s head, and almost got knocked out, and food was all she was thinking about right now? For God’s sake, this woman never failed to fucking amaze me.
“Fine,” I ground out through clenched teeth. “You want food, we’ll get fucking food. Fucking eat as much as you want to.” I dragged her out of the clubhouse and over to my bike. When we reached it, I turned her to me, only to see her staring at me with wide eyes, obviously shocked by my words considering I was never nice to her. “Eat until you’re full,” I warned her, pulling her against me. “Trust me, when we get back here, you’re going to need every bit of fucking energy you can get.”
She caught onto my bad mood easily. Instead of making it worse, like I thought she would, she slipped her knee between my legs and pressed herself even further against me, trailing her hands under my shirt.
I groaned, closing my eyes. I loved the way her hands felt on me. They were so fucking soft.
“Am I going to need that energy to kick your ass or bury you?” she asked.
I opened my eyes and looked down at her to see her smiling up at me. I rolled my eyes and moved her away from me. I forced away the smile that threatened to break out over my face. I couldn’t believe she was able to amuse me in my current mood.
She was truly one of a kind.
“As much as I love you not being a bitch for once in your life, we need to get you something to eat.”
I straddled my bike and waited for her to slide on behind me. When she did, she wrapped her arms around me. I sighed at the feeling and peeled out of the gates, heading for the local fried chicken restaurant we’d passed on our way into town.
I’d never seen a girl that could eat so damn much. She had scarfed down four pieces of fried chicken and five biscuits like it was nothing. Then, she made me stop on the way home at a convenience store so she could get some snacks. I thought she had only meant a bag of chips, but she actually ended up coming out with a bag of donuts, a multitude of snack cakes, a bag of chips, and a two-liter of soda.
When we got back to the clubhouse, I glared at the entrance to the club. I really didn’t want to have to face my sperm donor. I was afraid if I had to face him in my current mood, I would be too rough with Katie and end up bruising her. And as much as I loved rough sex, I didn’t want to hurt her.
She stepped up beside me with her three bags of food. “Don’t want to face him?” she asked me quietly, understanding in her tone.
I looked down at her. “Is it that easy to tell?”
She smirked, shrugging. “I know a back entrance. Not many use it. It leads straight to the rooms.”