Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“Don’t worry. My hatred for what her father’s done will help me. I sure as fuck won’t be led around by my dick, but if she wants a good biker creamin’, who am I to say no?”
I chuckled to myself, grabbing my crotch.
Earl let out his raspy laugh. “Horny as fuck. For all I care, you can fill her holes as long as that’s not messing with our plan. You’re the one who deserves some Vitiello cunt, like you said. I won’t forbid it. But watch your back. I’m sure the pretty face is a mask and the cunt will stab you in the back the moment you don’t pay attention.”
Cody crossed his arms over his scrawny chest. Maybe he should restrict his physical movements to bench press instead of fucking every available pussy in the club. “I think it would be only fair if each of us got a go at her. We’re all in this. I don’t think it’s fair if only Mad gets his dick wet.”
“Mad had to watch his father and his club brothers being ripped apart by Luca Vitiello and risked his fucking hide trailing and kidnapping Marcella. How’s that unfair?”
Cody turned to Earl. I listened to him trying his damnedest to get his dirty hands on Marcella, and while Earl shook his head, I wondered how much longer he’d deny Cody’s request. Keeping the mood good in the club was one of the main tasks of a prez. So far none of the other club brothers had openly asked for a go at Marcella but if Cody started spewing his bullshit that might very well change. He was like a fucking bulldog when he wanted something.
But if anyone got cozy with her then it was going to be me.
“She’s not a pass-around. I won’t hand her around like a trophy. That’s only going to lead to more arguments among you perverts. I won’t have fights because someone had ten minutes more with the whore. As long as it’s only Mad getting his bonus after all the shit Vitiello has put him through, everything will be good.”
Cody looked as if he’d swallowed a bitter pill but he didn’t dare bug Earl more. His face made it clear the topic was settled for him and he wanted his fucking peace to shoot cans.
I sent Cody a smirk and nodded my thanks at Earl before I stalked away to tell Snow White the good news.
My heart was beating like a jungle drum. I was fucking ecstatic, but at the same time I knew this could mess things up. I already had trouble getting my mind out of the gutter. Sleeping in the same room with Snow White definitely wouldn’t help. Cody’s warning had hit home. For one, I didn’t know much about Marcella. She might very well stab me in the eye while I slept. I’d have to get rid of every potential weapon in my room, which would take a while.
“Good news, you’re moving today,” I told her. She scrambled to her feet, eyes growing wide with hope.
“You’re helping me,” she whispered, her gaze flitting to the clubhouse as if this was a secret. In moments like this, her protected upbringing showed. Everything had always gone to plan in her life. Her daddy had made sure of it. That someone might not fall to his knees before her mightiness and follow her command was impossible to grasp.
“I hope you’re not thinking I’m taking you back to Daddy or letting you go. Not all of my blood has left my brain yet.”
She frowned, becoming vigilant. “Where are you taking me?” I unlocked the cage and entered, growing annoyed by her reaction, especially when she backed up a step. Did she think I’d grab her and throw her over my shoulder? I’d risked my fucking head for her and she acted as if I was some kind of perv.
“Up to my room. That’s where you’re going to spend the rest of your stay here until your daddy decides to hand himself over for you.”
Her mouth went slack. “Have you lost your mind? I’m not going to share a bedroom with you.”
“If you stay in my room, I can protect you from Cody. Out here, you’re at his mercy, especially at night. I won’t stay up all night and watch you through my window. Sorry, princess, not going to happen.”
“You want me to think you’re some kind of knight in shining armor?” she hissed. Those blue eyes shone with distrust, and she had every reason not to trust me.
“I don’t care what you think Marcella, but if I tell you to stay by my side for your own fucking protection, you should really do it.”
Her eyes narrowed farther. “I don’t believe you’re doing this out of the goodness of your heart.”