Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
I want to grab my phone, but Isaac’s talking to me. What is this about? I mean, I did come here about the bike—theoretically—but as my mind drifts off, to the world of my dreams, where Clyde is always waiting for me, ready to meet my gaze and offer me his body, I only hear every other word and end up staring at him with my mouth open.
The mechanic pulls up his T-shirt, revealing his tattooed abs, and wipes his handsome face with the hem. I used to eye him quite a lot, discreetly of course, but he has nothing on Clyde. Not to mention that attempting to flirt with someone from my own community is a definite no-go.
“Yes,” I say, because whatever I’ve been asked, there’s a fifty-percent chance of this being the right answer.
Isaac cocks his head. “Yes to which? Blue or red?”
Open questions should not be a thing.
“I’m… not good with that kind of shit. Ask one of the girls,” I say and step away when Prophet cuts in, because my phone just buzzed again, and I can wait no longer.
Prophet’s gaze trails to something farther in the garage and he says he’ll talk to me later.
My relief knows no bounds.
I step outside so I’m sure no one’s looking over my shoulder, and there it is. Messages from Clyde.
A pin dropped on a map.
[Here.]
[Come.]
[No knives needed…]
He could have just as well pulled on the leash around my neck. I chuckle as excitement bubbles up in my chest, to school my face back into its usual neutral expression when Val raises her eyebrows at me from the chair where she’s having her snack.
I retreat with a quick wave at her, and while I want to appear casual, my legs soon speed up, and I break into a jog on the way to the clubhouse where we all keep our bikes.
I’m not wasting another minute.
Chapter 12
Clyde
I didn’t go to the meeting with my club.
My loyalty should be theirs first, but after seeing Road again, smelling him, being so close I could see the stubble on his chin, I could wait no longer. I don’t want to meet him for half an hour, get off, and go. No, I want to take my time and enjoy it, and when will such a perfect opportunity present itself next?
The whole chapter won’t be back until tomorrow.
Soon after leaving behind the place where we accosted Rooster, I made everyone stop again, my mind finally made up. Everyone gets sick once in a while, and while no one was happy about me staying behind, it wasn’t that big of a deal. My uncle will shake hands with the new supplier, and my absence won’t even be noticed.
And I can hopefully do more than shake hands with Road.
I’m standing by the side of the road in the forest where I dropped the pin on the map for him. It’s a secluded area, so whether he decides to stab me today, or gets a bit too grabby, there will be no witnesses.
This isn’t our final destination, as I like to keep my secrets, but there’s already a thrill of the forbidden waiting here for him.
I’m on my second cigarette when I hear the roar of a bike engine. Despite the excitement awakening my whole body, there’s also an ache in the pit of my stomach, and I can’t let it take root if I don’t want to leap on my bike and run away from this secret desire I have.
My feet remain affixed to the mossy ground, and I lean against a tree, breathing deeply to trick myself into feeling that bit calmer. Road might have as few options as me, but he’s a member of the enemy club, known for being an unhinged bastard. Is it really such a good idea to give in to my cravings with him, when I could go on a trip somewhere far and—no. I will not do that ever again. Strangers on apps are not safe just because they aren’t Roadkill of the Vulture Hollow MC. So I wait until he emerges from between the trees, heading for me on his ever-shiny cherry red bike.
There it is, that painful feeling in the stomach, but I bear with it, watching Road slow down and stop right next to me. Fuck, he looks good on that hog, ass tipped back, the goggles hiding his eyes and true feelings from me. Not that I expect any feelings other than lust.
“Alone?” he asks, dismounting.
I put out my cigarette and nod. I’ve been with women a few times, and while those encounters confirmed how I always felt about my sexuality, I’m not shy about touching people. With him? I don’t know where to start. All I know is that every emotion and sensation I’m feeling is visceral and real.