Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
First, the food was disgusting, and had come from some small van with no signs and no menu. Pete had ordered for her, and she couldn’t eat any of the stuff, because it hadn’t looked cooked. She’d watched as Pete took a bite of his chicken wrap. She didn’t want to spend the next day throwing her guts up, seeing as the chicken still looked pink, if not red, on the inside. It was gross.
So, she was hungry and now she was at a place she had a feeling she would never leave. Holding her bag close to her body, she tried to stay as still as possible.
Pete was supposed to take her home, that was the deal. Food, a small walk, and then home, but instead, she had ended up here. There was no one for her to call or any way to ask for help.
This was her mother’s doing. She didn’t know what Beverly hoped to achieve, but now that she had, Faith had a horrible feeling about tonight.
The club seemed to be alive. Men and women were everywhere, and none of them were caring who saw them, as they were in different states of undress, and having sex as well. Faith didn’t have a clue where to look. She imagined this just made her look so … immature. At twenty-five years old, she was still a virgin. She had never gone to a party, had never wanted to go to a party, and nerves hit her.
There was a sudden cheer and she turned toward the sound, only to see a woman being carried off, through a set of double doors, with three other men following behind.
Pete was long gone. Faith didn’t know where he’d escaped to, but this wasn’t good.
She had no way of getting home. The only thing she could hope for was to get out of here alive, even if it meant walking. She made her way toward the main door, which had become quite impossible with so many people there. She had beer and other alcoholic beverages thrown over her in the process of getting to the main door. The moment she did, she pulled on it and let out a sigh of relief as it opened for her. Success.
She stepped outside and took a deep breath at the sound of the door closing behind her. She made it.
Now all she had to do was figure out a way to get the hell out of the clubhouse, off the Evil Fallen Bratva MC’s territory, and then for her mother to stop meddling in her life.
“Party not to your liking?”
The deep, guttural voice took her by surprise and she whirled around to see a large, muscular man in the shadows. She couldn’t make out anything else about him, but she could tell he wasn’t small. The glow from his cigarette helped pinpoint his location.
“Er, my, uh, date kind of left me. Which is the best way to leave?” she asked. She did want to ask how was the best way to get out of his territory, but she had a horrible feeling that wouldn’t be the right question for him.
“You don’t want to party?”
“I’m not exactly a party person.” She didn’t want to insult this man. “It looks great but it’s late. I should be getting home.”
He let out a chuckle and she couldn’t help but tense up. Was he mocking her?
“I don’t believe in time. There is no such thing as ‘getting late’ in my world.” He took a final, long pull on his cigarette and then flicked it out into the night.
There was no care or consideration to his actions.
She tried not to tense up as he drew closer. The moment he came into the light, she saw him clearly. Short, blond hair, blue eyes, his body heavily covered in ink. The leather cut he wore didn’t hide the fact the ink played around his neck, and he reached up to run fingers through his hair, showing it was on his hands and even covered his wrists. There was no ink on his palms. Faith couldn’t exactly make out what the ink was.
“You don’t have to worry about work?” she asked. It was such a dumb question.
“Causing evil and chaos is my work.” He chuckled. “But you, you look like you’re far away from home.”
Her heart started to race.
“I, uh, my mom set me up on a date with this guy Pete, and I’d just like to go home. Is there any way I can call a cab?” she asked.
He moved ever so close to her.
Faith tensed up. She held onto her handbag with a death grip, but didn’t move away, not for a second. She waited.
“Why don’t you stick around?” he asked. “You might learn to have a good time.”
That seemed almost like a threat.