Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 145606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 582(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 582(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
Tears were now falling down my cheeks at Cade’s words and the undisguised love in his gaze. I couldn’t believe the heart breaking tender things that were coming out of my gruff biker’s mouth.
“I love you,” I said quietly. “Promise you will never try to leave me again?”
Cade’s gaze turned hard, possessive. “Nothing in this world is keeping me away from you, baby.”
He then spent the rest of the night inside me.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
One month later
“Yeah you go Vinnie!” I shouted at the television screen, almost spilling popcorn in my lap.
Amy snorted beside me, and I whipped my head towards her.
“The Rock is so much better than Vin, he’s kicking his ass,” she declared, eyes still on the TV.
I gasped. “How could you…? What makes you…? I can’t even believe you just said that!”
Amy rolled her eyes. “He has like eighty pounds on him and about six inches, in height and width,” she grinned wickedly.
I threw a piece of popcorn at her. “Take that back, Vin Diesel is like a thousand times more of a badass than The Rock,” I sneered at his name.
She threw an M&M at me. I caught it in my mouth and smirked.
“Vin Diesel is an actor, The Rock is a WWE world champion, he is the badass of all badasses,” she proclaimed after giving me a high five for my catch.
“Um have you not seen XXX? Vin kicks some serious ass in that movie; he’s like a freaking super hero, not to mention all the Fast movies,” I retorted.
“Gwen, you do know movies aren’t real right? He didn’t actually battle Columbian drug lords and do all that shit with the cars.” She was talking to me like I was a small child who was slightly slow.
“What do you think WWE is Amy?” I asked in the same tone.
Amy was robbed of her smart retort when I heard a chuckle from the door. My eyes landed on Cade who was leaning with his arms crossed, amusement dancing on his handsome face. Seriously, it should be illegal for him to look that hot. He was in head to toe black. Black jeans, tight black tee, black motorcycle boots and his cut. He hadn’t shaved, so his face was rough with stubble, his black hair looking professionally messed. He looked delicious and dangerous.
I sighed. “We are both wrong, I think the biggest bad ass of them all is standing in this room. My man could take both of them on and win,” I said dreamily, shamelessly checking him out.
“You aren’t wrong,” Amy breathed, doing the same thing.
Cade ignored us and his gaze settled on the TV. “What are you watching?” he asked frowning.
“Fast and the Furious,” I replied, eyes back on the movie.
He watched for a beat with an eyebrow raised.
“Well it isn’t technically any of the movies, it’s just all the fight scenes with the hot guys from all six movies,” I added, eyes on Paul Walker.
Cade didn’t say a word, just strode over and picked me up off the couch, throwing me over his shoulder. I squealed as he smacked my ass.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me in your throat,” he growled in my ear and I got instantly wet. “Then I’m going to burn that fuckin’ DVD.”
The month after my kidnapping had been one of the happiest of my life. Which was weird, you’d think after getting kidnapped and beaten again it would drag me back to battle with some old demons and maybe force me to reconsider my life with Cade. It had done quite the opposite.
Cade had hardly let me out of his sight the entire time, his protective instinct even more intense than normal, if that was humanly possible. I couldn’t say I didn’t like it though because we had been having a lot of sex. I mean a lot. In the store, my bed, his bed, the beach, his bike. The club. At first he was reluctant, treating me like I was made of glass, especially since the bruising on my face got worse before it got better. For the week it took to fade, I would catch Cade staring at my face with a pained expression, knowing he was blaming himself. No matter how hard I tried to tell him otherwise, he was convinced it was his fault. There was no more talk of him leaving me though, he just got down to business.
One thing did come of my kidnapping. The club decided to get out of guns, immediately. Cade had left the morning after I was taken to take a vote at the club. He came back with a black eye, but the vote had passed. Turns out he and Steg had disagreed over the idea and it turned physical. Steg had been forced to pass the vote, as the majority of members wanted to get out. Cade had told me the legit businesses were doing well enough, not to mention the garage itself. He had also mentioned they did some sort of security work but hadn’t elaborated much, which made me infinitely more curious. Amy and I had started a stealth campaign to find out, although we had been foiled at every turn. Turns out they were good at the security thing.
Nevertheless, things with Steg and Cade were tense. Although the last time I had been at the club with fading bruises, Steg had silently kissed my black eye. At this, Cade was so pissed he looked like his jaw was about to shatter. I, on the other hand, felt differently. I was beginning to seriously doubt my first impressions of Steg, he was tender with Evie and the kids around the club. But he was also a hard ass and I couldn’t shake the feeling there was something bad under the surface, but he seemed to love his family.
The club had overwhelmed me with their show of support the last month, the boys all stopping in on a regular basis. They came and had dinner, not disguising their fury at my injuries, nor their relief at the fact I was still breathing. The person I saw the most of was Bull. We seemed to have established some sort of connection. I think knowing he was able to save me from the same fate as Laurie healed him slightly. But he would always be broken. He wouldn’t say much, just come and sit with me if I was alone in the store, come for dinner when Cade had to be away. I enjoyed his company though and tried my hardest to make him laugh at my stupid jokes. He didn’t, but I would keep trying.