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)
“You have three seconds to get started, Beth.”
With shaking hands, Beth snatched the bottle and drew up the liquid. She took several deep breaths before pulling up her shirt and inserting the needle into the skin at her belly. She kept doing it, sobbing uncontrollably. I’d never seen Beth like this. I wish I could say it made me feel bad, but fuck the bitch. She tried to have my daughter -- her daughter -- sold and whored out for men to do whatever they wanted to her. In my opinion, Beth was getting off too easy.
It took about thirty minutes to make sure she was done, but Hannah waited in silence. At some point, she’d sat back in the chair and crossed her legs. There was no conversation. There was no encouragement or berating. Beth finally laid her head down and didn’t move.
Hannah led the way out the front door and back to the bikes. The rest of the neighborhood was going on like they had been since we rolled in. I’m pretty sure that asshole Hawk even waved at a few of them.
I wasn’t losing a moment’s sleep. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
Fuck the bitch.
Chapter Twelve
Hannah
I thought I might feel bad about what happened, Not because I’d been willing for Beth to die, but because I’d also been willing to give her to the very people I wanted to stop. I looked at it this way. As long as there were people who had too much money and too much free time. Beth had sold her own daughter to those people. I wasn’t gonna lose a moment’s sleep over her suffering now.
OK, so I did lose sleep. Just not over Beth. No. My man was insatiable. After we got back to the compound, he literally threw me over his shoulder, swatted my ass, and took me back to his room. He said it was just until we got the larger apartment a block over furnished. A couple of days at most. I told him that was fine as long as we didn’t leave his apartment until the new one was finished, and clothes were not allowed. Yeah. I got Knuckles at his most primal after that little ultimatum.
“Two days,” he growled against my throat as he pinned me to the mattress, his body a delicious weight on top of mine. “Two days of you naked and under me.” His beard scraped deliciously against my neck. “I can get behind that.”
We emerged three days later, both of us walking a little funny but with matching stupid grins on our faces. The club brothers who saw us either wolf-whistled or made gagging noises, but the knowing looks they exchanged said it all. They were happy for Knuckles. I thought he deserved to be happy for however long I could make it last. And I intended for that to be a very long fucking time.
The apartment we were given was the best thing I’d ever seen in my life. Mom and Dad had enough money they could afford anything they wanted. They chose to live either at the compound or the ExFil base housing. So my tastes had always been pretty simple. This place wasn’t fancy, but it was fucking huge. Wide-open spaces, four large bedrooms, and three bathrooms.
It was designed to be for multiple small families or couples. There was room for more than the four bedrooms. It wouldn’t cut into the living area at all. The guys hadn’t finished it yet because there was no need. The place was way too much apartment for the two of us, but I had the feeling it would soon become a hangout for the other club members. Just because everyone was happy Knuckles was back.
Right now, I was trying to get ready for a housewarming party. And yes, me and Pippa did it on purpose because the guys were getting too cocky for our liking. Torpedo and Bohannon had surrendered the club to Knuckles with their blessing, saying their goodbyes before heading back to Somerset, Kentucky. For his last official order as president, Torpedo ordered every patched member was to attend this housewarming party with a fucking smile. They were also informed not to forget to bring their side dish. I cracked up at the disgruntled looks.
Knuckles was sprawled out on the couch, watching me move around the kitchen. I was almost finished with the last of the food ahead of schedule so maybe I’d have time to run through the shower before everyone started arriving.
“If this is what you meant by ‘domesticating me properly,’ I’m not opposed.” I moved around in one of his T-shirts, my legs bare, and my hair pulled up in a messy bun. It did things to him he didn’t even try to hide.
“Quit staring at my ass and make yourself useful,” I called over my shoulder, not even turning around.