Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
I hear boots pounding on the ground before I see the looming shadows.
“Are they going to kill us?” Tears sting my eyes. How in the hell did I go from the most powerful orgasm of my life to my head being on the chopping block in less than an hour?
Molly sighs, forcing the car into park right there at the gate just as men surround the car. Resigned, she presses the button for the ignition a second before a head drops down to look in her lowered window.
“Where you going, Princess?” A man I didn’t see inside before smiles at her, winking at me when our eyes meet.
“Home?” Molly answers.
“You are home, Princess.” Her door opens. “Come on.”
“I’ll just pick you up later,” I insist as I try to climb across the console to get in the driver’s seat.
My door swings open also, and unfamiliar hands grip my hips and pull me out of the car.
“Not so fast, sweetness.” TJ’s barely familiar voice fills my ears, as his roaming hands sweep down my hips once I’m steady on my feet.
“Please don’t touch me,” I beg, swallowing roughly at not knowing what’s going to happen to us.
Surprisingly, TJ drops his hands. He doesn’t give me the courtesy of stepping out of my personal space, but I can’t be ungrateful right now.
“Prez wants you back inside,” the guy on Molly’s side says with a smile in his voice.
It’s so fucking dark out here. The light from the front of the clubhouse and the ones on a different building to the left are snuffed out less than a hundred yards away. It’s eerie standing in the darkness with these men as the air forces a chill over my exposed skin. I try not to think about the expensive fucking bra I deserted in my scramble to get out of the clubhouse as my nipples furl against the fabric of my tank. The emotion in Molly’s voice was unreadable, but when someone turns to run away, you don’t pause in the moment to ask why. Survival instinct kicks in, just as it did inside, and you get the fuck out. Seems our efforts were for nothing.
“Don’t tell him I’m here, Hornet. Please?” I nod, agreeing with Molly even though it doesn’t make any sense because…
“He already saw you.” Because of that. Hornet says. “He yelled for you to stop, and you disobeyed a direct order.”
“No,” Molly argues. “Lynch yelled at me.”
“Exactly,” Hornet says.
“But that’s not—” Molly looks over the hood of the car, somehow searching for TJ’s eyes in the darkness. “What is going on? Briar wouldn’t tell me shit.”
“It’s not his job,” TJ mutters. “Get inside, Princess. Lynch will explain everything.”
“Can we just come back tomorrow?” I barter. “We have an early day, and my parents are expecting me back tonight.”
Even in the darkness, I can see Molly roll her blue eyes. “Fat fucking chance.”
“I can carry you, or you can walk on your own,” Hornet says to Molly when she just stands, unmoving, with her arms crossed stubbornly over her chest.
“You wouldn’t dare pick me up like that. Imagine what Cowboy would do if he found out you touched me against my will,” Molly threatens.
Cowboy? Who the hell are all of these people, and what’s the big damn deal about us leaving?
“I don’t imagine that matters much anymore,” Hornet mutters.
“Enough,” TJ snaps. “Molly get back in the damn clubhouse. I had two bitches lined up for tonight, and you’re wasting my time. Unless you’re interested.”
TJ’s eyes scan the front of my tank, and I know the second he notices my nipples pointed right at him.
“Lynch hasn’t released her yet,” Molly mutters as she turns toward the clubhouse.
“Wow, Sweet-Tart. You move fucking fast.”
“It’s Candi,” I snip and fall in beside my friend.
“Sweettarts are my favorite candy,” TJ whispers in my ear, making a shiver run down my arm.
“Pete, will you park my car back in the lot?” Molly asks without looking back.
“Sure thing, Princess,” a disembodied voice yells through the massive gate.
“You know every damn guy here, Molly. Did you fucking steal something? Are they after us because we did something wrong?” I hiss into her ear as we close the distance between the gate and the front door quicker than I would like.
“We aren’t in danger,” Molly assures me, but there’s a sadness in her voice that makes me not want to trust her.
Chapter 5
Lynch
“He shouldn’t fucking leave us waiting if he wanted us to come back so fucking bad,” Molly bitches as I enter the chapel.
Both her back and the sweet, tempting curves of Candi’s spine are facing me.
“He had to wash the whore off him,” TJ explains. “You know how it goes.”
Candi’s spine stiffens at his comment, and I almost frown.
“Filthy fucking mouth you have there, little sister,” I chastise as I round the end of the table. Dropping the black lace and satin on the table in front of Candi, I let my finger trail down her arm. “You left that.”