Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“So, I’m right. Torin has never seen the real you?” she asks.
“I mean, Trudy, I’m always me.”
“Don’t hand me that bullshit. I’m talking about the you that you don’t allow yourself to be around your big brother or Bull. Does he have any idea that you’ve approached Wheeler about being the club doctor for our pack when you’ve finished school?”
“Well, I plan on opening my own practice too, you know,” I grumble.
“Yes, but we both know that you being the club doctor is huge. It requires things that aren’t exactly on the up and up.”
I shrug. It’s not a conversation that needs to be had. We both know how the club life works. I’ve always known what I wanted. I may study to be a doctor because my mother is one and I want to make her proud, but there are other reasons too. First, I really enjoy it and I’m good at it. Second, I really want to contribute to the club. I’ve always wanted the club in my life. With Torin making it clear I’d never be his, I gave up fighting my family for a place in the club I grew up around. Here, in Cincinnati, I’ve found a place for myself. I fit here. I can’t do that in Kentucky. Sure, I could fight Dad and Mattie, and maybe eventually, I’d win. I would never feel comfortable there, though—especially not with Torin hopping from twinkie to twinkie. It’s painful enough to just hear about his exploits with the club girls. Nope, I have no place there.
“Trudy, I can’t be myself at home. You think Debbie and Torin’s exploits are talked about here? He’s much worse in Kentucky. It would kill me to see it for myself daily. I couldn’t survive the pain.”
“Don’t count him out. I think you’ll see a big change now that he’s stopped fighting it.”
“He’ll change his mind,” I mutter, not convinced.
“Honey, that man marched you into our club, claimed you, and has had you wearing his cut for two days now. He also told Debbie you were his old lady and that he’s wanted you for years. He did all of that full well knowing it would get back to Breaker and Bull—”
“But—”
“Make no mistake about it, Kyla. That man has claimed you and it will get back to the club in Kentucky. Wheeler may give him a day or two, but he will make sure they know.”
I feel my heart running away with me and I fight the urge to put my hand against my chest. I just don’t know if I’m happy or terrified at having everyone thinking that Torin and I are together. Shit.
Chapter 20
Skylar
“What are you trying to prove here, Joker?”
“Torin,” he corrects.
“Torin,” I repeat with a sigh. It’s not like I haven’t been using his name more than his road name here at the club anyway. It was a silly thing to try.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m merely taking my woman out to dinner.”
“I’m not your woman,” I huff, as I sit back against the seat.
We’re in a corner booth that is made like a half circle. The waitress just came to get our drink order and left water while she went to get it. I didn’t even get to order. Torin did it. Sure, he ordered what I normally get, but that’s beside the point. I don’t know what annoys me more, the fact he knows what I order to drink or the fact he didn’t give me the chance to order myself.
He also took control of how we are sitting. Right now, I’m so close to Torin that his body is pressed tightly against mine. I’m not sure you could get anything between us—even if you tried. I attempted to slide on around the booth to get away from him. He refused to let me. His hand clamped down on my thigh, not allowing me to move at all. The message is clear. He’s in charge and I’m not sure how I feel about it. It kind of excites and terrifies me all at the same time.
“That’s not what you were saying this morning,” he practically purrs.
It takes a minute to remember what we were talking about and to be honest, I’m still not positive. I decide changing the subject is the safest thing to do. “Do you think you could back off a little? How am I supposed to eat like this? I can barely move my arm without bumping into you,” I complain.
“It’s my job to feed you. Although, you could sit on my lap if you think that would give you more room to move.”
“No way,” I huff. He’s obviously completely insane. “I am not sitting on your lap—especially in a busy restaurant.”
“Pity. I like having your sweet ass pressing down on my cock.”