Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Dillon rolled over with a groan and a cry, finding and clinging to my gaze, pleading with me. “Please, man. Call an… ambulance.” He was already gasping for breath with the blood loss. “Don’t let… me die.”
“Sorry. We’re ex-cons and refuse to carry cell phones so no one can track us. She’s the only one with any way to call help and, if I heard correctly, you took her fuckin’ phone.” I shrugged. “Them’s the breaks, pal.” I almost thought the smartass was more fun to play than the eat-your-face-off monster. Almost.
Dillon sobbed out another breath, gasping once. Then again. Then he was still.
“Well. That was fun.” Hannah’s bright smile was genuine. “You guys wanna grab a beer after I clean up the mess?”
I rolled my eyes at her. “Come on, little hellion. You’re in a heap o’ trouble.”
Chapter Six
Hannah
I knew Knuckles would follow me. I had hoped I’d be done with Dillon before he got there, but everything worked out for the best. And, as an added bonus, I didn’t have to clean up the mess myself. Turned out that was a very good thing because the roofing tacks had seemed like a good idea, but they made cleanup a bitch.
“You do realize that could have gone a whole other way, right?” Knuckles. God, could the man not give me a moment’s peace? And not because he was a thorn in my side, though he was. The man was sin on a way fucking off-limits stick. He kind of worked with my dad, so it would just be all kinds of yucky for me to fantasize about his big body and what he looked like under that tight T-shirt and his colors. My dad would have a fit. And not because of the ex-con part either.
Dad was kind of protective of me and Suzie. Me more than Suzie because my sister had her own protector. Her husband, Stunner. Whose ass Dad had kicked. In the literal sense. Dad was funny like that. He’d intimidated or otherwise run off every single boyfriend I’d ever had. Except for Robert. Dad had only met him once and his dislike of him was more than vehement. It bordered on outright hatred. Guess he either knew or suspected what I was too stupid to accept. So, given the fact Knuckles was a guy -- no matter how much older than me he was -- and I was dad’s youngest daughter? Yeah. Nitroglycerine was less explosive than my dad faced with a man in my life.
“I had everything under control.” I shrugged. “I mean, I should have reconsidered the roofing tacks, but I enjoyed the shit outta him not wanting to get away from the shocking by stabbing himself in the feet.”
“Roofing tacks might have been the less painful route.” Knuckles grinned and sweet God in heaven, how could a man so gruff, grizzled, and basically shit-yourself-scary look so Goddamned gorgeous when he fucking smiled?
“Dillon was all about psychological games.” I turned what I knew was an evil smile on Knuckles. “I beat him at his own game.”
A sharp laugh escaped Knuckles. “Yeah, baby girl, I guess you did. Now. You and I have unfinished business back at the compound.” He held out a hand, fully expecting me to take it. I surprised myself when I did. “Come on.”
He took me out to the garage and his bike. I knew what it meant for a biker to put a woman on the back of his bike. Most of them avoided it for any reason unless the woman was theirs. I’d seen Trucker take a cage instead of his bike when he knew there was a chance of someone having to leave with us. So when Knuckles tossed me a helmet before straddling his bike, I gave him a confused look.
“What?” I looked from the helmet to him and back.
“Put the fuckin’ helmet on, Hannah. Your daddy might let you ride without one, but not me.”
“I got here myself, I can get back myself.”
“You got a ride here?”
I shrugged. “Don’t need one.”
“You do now, honey. You just killed a man in there. Yeah, we’re cleanin’ it up, but if we miss something, we don’t want your ass on the line.”
“Don’t you think your big Hog there is a little noticeable?”
He grinned at me. “It might be. If anyone saw us.”
“But they won’t?”
“Nope. But we have to time it right. That means you come with me. Now. Helmet. Get on the bike.”
I took in a nervous breath. “Alrighty then.” Thankfully, Knuckles didn’t say something stupid like reminding me to be careful and not touch the pipes, so he got to live. But, oh my God! Riding on the back of his bike… My thighs were practically hugging his ass. His smell permeated my every breath. Yeah. I was sporting a wettie, make no mistake about it. It was ironic that I finally had this man between my thighs and he was facing the wrong fucking way.