Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Why the fuck would I want to settle down when I can have my choice of women?
“Only three of the bars are open tomorrow. Monday will be your slow day,” Quinn says as he picks up his keys, getting ready to leave.
“Do you enjoy working here?” I ask him because I’m very interested.
Quinn’s smart, very smart.
“Yes, and one day soon you’ll hand me one of these clubs, or give me full access to the other business that I specialize in. I’m happy, and I can wait.”
Quinn’s job is one of the dirtiest. He doesn’t mind, though. He actually loves it. The dirtier the job, the more he likes it, or so he tells me.
Being the collector, he acquires the girls and delivers them to the Spikes MC Chapter here in Darwin, then sends them to the Spikes MC Chapter in Melbourne. He wanted to collect Barbie once, but that can never happen. I would outbid every single bastard who tried to purchase her. But he isn’t the dirtiest. No. That honor would go solely to my father. Which, in turn, is going to be me.
How can I become that dark and fucked up, I don’t see it happening. I actually have a heart, unlike him.
“He still has that, Quinn. I don’t intend to take that part.”
He shakes his head. “You will, though, and you will be better than him.” He walks out without saying goodbye, and as he does, Stiles walks in. His face red, his hands clenched at his side.
“Stiles...”
He throws a punch at me, and I duck, just missing it.
Standing up, I step back to put some space between us. “That was a free pass. The next one you won’t get.”
“Stay the fuck away from her! You have Livia. Why the fuck did you want to talk to Saskia last night?” Ah, she hasn’t told him everything. “Livia told me you two were in the same room. That’s how she cut her foot.”
“We had unfinished business, Barbie and I.”
He holds his hands up to his ears then drops them. “What the fuck is with that? Why the fuck do you call her Barbie?”
I smirk to myself but don’t answer him. He doesn’t need to know the answer to that question, that’s for Barbie and me.
“Is that all you came for, Stiles? If so, I think you should leave.”
“Fucking stay away from her.”
“Maybe you should tell her to stay away from me.” I smirk at him.
He goes to speak, but nothing comes out. So he turns and leaves the same way he came in.
“You’re still seeing her, aren’t you?”
Turning around, my father’s standing at the top of the stairs looking down at me.
While shaking my head, his side lip perks up. “Don’t lie to me, son. This is your last warning. Stay with the brunette. Stay away from the blonde if you don’t know how to play and not get serious.” He turns, disappearing.
He confuses me. I understand he’s trying to look out for my best interests, or what he thinks is my best interests. But he isn’t. He doesn’t know how I feel.
“He’s so serious.” Cane laughs, he’s sitting in the dining room. I didn’t even see him come in.
“When the fuck did you get here?”
“When you had a heart to heart with your new boy toy,” he sneers at me. “On a serious note, I want to work for you, too.”
“No. No way.” Stepping away, I hear the drag of the chair as he gets up to follow me up the stairs. Just as I reach the top, he talks again, not giving up.
“Let me work for you, Ryken. You know I’d be one of your best employees. Well, the most trusted one.”
Turning back to him, I look to him at the bottom of the stairs. “I haven’t even started yet. Give me to the end of the school year to decide.”
He should finish school. One of us should at least graduate.
“Are you going to stay with her?”
I shrug my shoulders. I don’t know how to answer that, or if it’s even my choice anymore.
“He’s right, you know, she would be a better fit than Barbie. Barbie just doesn’t suit the world you’re in.”
“Everyone keeps saying that.” It’s like that’s all they can seem to say about her. She doesn’t fit. But what if she does fit. How the fuck would they know any better? How do they know what she can and can’t do, or accept? She might be awesome in this world, in this fucked up existence my father has created for me to inherit.
“You’ve seen her. You’ve seen where she comes from. You think if she were suddenly all around the money, drugs, women, she’d be okay with it all? Knowing how your father runs those businesses? Because we all know the tarnished money that made those businesses came from his underworld activities. How would she feel knowing that? Because no normal person would be fine with the selling of other women, Ryken.”