Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
It’s way more to work with than what I had back home and I can’t help the excitement spiraling up my spine.
Without a word, he stomps inside the bay area his steps echoing into the light space, he opens the cabinet that has several stickers of name brands stuck to it and starts picking random shit up telling me what he thinks I should use for what job. His leather cut matching Thane’s, I know for a fact he’s one of the members now. Seeing I know Thane, I should be safe but I know nothing about this club. I could call my brother back home, he’d know more about them.
“What do you think?” Bug’s voice interrupts my thoughts and I startle, my mouth dropping open just slightly as I stare at him like an idiot trying to gather a complete sentence.
“Yeah, I’ll manage.” I shrug, slipping my hands into the pockets of my shorts. “They have YouTube for everything now.”
A sly smirk crosses his face as he slowly turns away to shut the cabinet door.
“Yes, I’m sure you can handle it.” The way he responds is laced with darkness like a decaying toxin. Hair on the back of my neck stands on end.
Closing the space between us, he stands only a few inches away now, his height a good foot or two taller than me. He stares down at me. Looking up at him, I cross my arms, feeling vulnerable all of a sudden.
“You sure are a pretty thing,” he rasps, his tone sounding more like a warning than a compliment, making me feel gross. It reminds me of a sweaty gym teacher flirting with a kid in high school. “Say baby, you wanna come hang out at the club tonight? Meet some of my friends?”
And it just got worse. He thinks I’m an ass. Great. Do I really give off that kind of vibe? A girl whose life ambition is to hop from mattress to mattress, from biker to biker? I wonder if Thane said something to them to make them think that? The thought sparks anger. He doesn’t know shit about me and what I went through after the night we spent together as kids for him to judge me.
Pursing my lips, I glance down at myself, checking to see what he might see. A crop top that doesn’t show too much skin, it’s baggy and shows my sports bra a little but nothing is exposed, I mean, my shorts are a little short but my ass isn’t hanging out, and I have red Chucks on for shoes, not hooker boots. This is not an outfit of someone looking to sleep their way to the top, well not a biker club anyway. Devil’s Dust girls that sleep around our club look like strippers, High-end strippers that is. Glitter all over their body, tight leather halter tops, booty shorts, and blonde extensions.
“I’m many things, Mister, but being your baby… will never be one of them.” I can’t contain the attitude seeping out of every one of my words. I swear I have no filter.
His good eye blinks, but the cloudy one would stab daggers into me if it could. His jaw closes tightly, his nostrils flaring at my response. Crossing my arms, done with whatever is going on here, I turn on the heel of my foot and head out to go to the gas station across the street.
I find four more bikers outside hanging about. One with his back leaning against a dusty window and his legs spread out in front of him, his hair short and leather cut distressed from riding in the sun. There’s another guy sitting on a crate smoking a cigarette with two lip rings in his bottom lip, and I’m pretty sure the guy beside the building is taking a piss from the looks of it. His back is turned, both hands held in front of him in the groin area and the sound of liquid hitting the ground. All of them are from the same club, Fallen Gods.
The one smoking with the snake bite piercings notices me first and stares longingly, smoke billowing out of his nostrils. The others freeze and look in my direction as well, including the guy urinating.
“Hey.” I lift my chin in a friendly gesture, conveying I’m not afraid of them.
“What’s your name, baby?” the one peeing asks, his hands shaking his dick loose of any leftover drops while glancing over his shoulder at me with black beady eyes.
“Del—” I stop myself, not wanting them to know my full name. Something about them is off and I don’t trust them. “D, you can call me, D,” I tell them.
The guy leaning against the glass pushes off and tucks a joint behind his ear.
“You’re the new girl!” His voice rises, a smile on his face. I open my mouth to respond but the door to the building opens and Bugs walks out with an angry glare.