Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
I exhale. “Then how the fuck are we goin’ to get in there?”
King looks to me. “There’s only one way we’re gettin’ in, and that’s through the cop.”
“He ain’t goin’ to take us in there, he’s not goin’ to do fuck all for us.”
“He will if he knows we’ve got something that means more to him than all of this ...”
“I’m listening ...”
15
BRIELLA
I take another shot of vodka and lean against the wall, watching as Alarick talks to some gorgeous, young woman who is here for the club party. They’ve opened the clubhouse up for a party, but only to those approved. It’s fully secured, so that there is no risk of Dax and his men getting in. There are, however, plenty of women who have been let in. Women who are stunning, and beautiful, and in every way perfect.
I glare at Alarick, even though he doesn’t notice because he’s currently laughing at the five foot of perfection in front of him.
“Enjoyin’ your night?”
I glance over at Cohen, who leans against the wall next to me and follows my eyes to where I’m currently scowling.
“Not really,” I mutter. “Are you?”
He chuckles. “He knows her, they’re old friends. Don’t panic, he ain’t interested.”
“I don’t care, Cohen.”
“Look on your face tells me you probably do.”
“Nope.”
He laughs. “You didn’t hear it from me, but your man Alarick is possessive. You don’t like him talkin’ to that girl, give him one back and go and talk to my boy Bodhi over there.”
He nods at a very good-looking man standing in the corner, laughing with Samson and Kendric. Bodhi, hey? He’s not bad. I’ve seen him here a few times before; apparently, he’s wanting to get patched in. He’s definitely someone you’d look twice at, with his long, thick, surfer-blond hair and dazzling hazel eyes. He’s got this beautiful olive skin, and a body that would make any man jealous.
He looks like he belongs at the beach on a surfboard, and he’s even got a surfer name. But seeing him standing there, wearing a black leather jacket, not a club one of course, also makes him look incredibly good as a biker prospect.
I shrug, push off the wall, and walk over with a dazzling smile to the group. They stop talking when they see me, and I introduce myself. “I haven’t met our new club friend yet,” I say, smiling at Bohdi. “Hi, I’m Briella. I hear you might be patching in?”
Bohdi looks at me, and up close, right up close, you can see a little more darkness in those perfect eyes. Like he holds a murky past. Like maybe he’s just perfect for the club. I can also see he has a scar across his left cheek, marring his perfect surfer boy appearance. He’s also a lot musclier up close than I first thought. He’s dazzling, absolutely no doubt about that.
“Heard all about you,” he says, in a low, very husky, very sexy tone. “Nice to meet you, Briella.”
Damn.
He’s smooth.
The way he just said my name has me getting little shivers.
Some lucky lady is going to thank the stars when he sets his sights on her.
“How are you liking the club so far?” I ask him.
“Lovin’ it. Good lot of people here.”
“They sure are. I have to ask, do you surf?”
Kendric chuckles, and I look to him. “What?”
“You’re the fourth girl to ask him that tonight.”
“Well,” I laugh loudly, “look at him, he’s like some hot surfer dude.”
Bohdi grins, and boy, he is something else. “I spent ten years of my life surfin’, yeah. Not anymore. Now I’m lookin’ into somethin’ different.”
Hmmm.
Yes, this one definitely has a story.
I wonder what it could be?
“Well, see, so it wasn’t a completely random question.”
“No,” he murmurs. “It wasn’t.”
“Why did you stop?”
He looks at me for a moment, just a moment, and he goes somewhere else. Then, in a much lower voice, he says. “Just didn’t do it for me anymore.”
Oh, yes.
Bohdi has somewhat of a past.
I keep chatting to the mysterious new guy, and when I look over at Alarick, he’s staring at me with a look in his eyes that has me hot under the collar. It’s a look of pure possession, of pure sexual desire. I look away and swallow, and then keep chatting to Bohdi for a little bit more before heading outside for some fresh air.
That and I’m super drunk and totally need to step away before I make a fool of myself.
I press my back against the outside wall of the club and exhale, loving the cool breeze that tickles my face.
“You hidin’ too?”
I jump, and then look over to see Mykel sitting on an old wooden barrel outside. He’s got a beer in his hands and is staring out into the dark nothingness.
“You scared me,” I whisper, pressing a hand to my chest. “What’re you doing out here?”