Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
There was no leaving the Iron Tzars for any reason other than death. Expulsion meant death. It’s how this club had worked since its inception in the nineteen forties. I couldn’t change that, wouldn’t change it. Iron Tzars did work no one else could or would do, and it was usually a permanent solution. For that reason, what happened in the club, stayed in the club. We’d never risk a disgruntled member leaving and ratting us out. It would bring down every chapter all over the world. And the Iron Tzars were many.
While I waited for her shift to end, I logged on to the server where I was supposed to meet SoulHunter15. I got on at three, anticipating he’d be there at three-thirty like he said. By five, he still hadn’t shown up. The shop was closed, and Danica was cleaning up. I’d searched the other servers the kid frequented and found only one mention of him. That son of a bitch JustMadness had called him to DM when he got on. I could see where Hunter had logged on, but the DM had either been removed or hadn’t happened.
That was something else I needed to get a handle on. I had a bad feeling about Hunter, though I wasn’t sure if it was for himself or for others around him. Either way, I’d reached out to him. That made him my responsibility. Next thing I needed to do was find out who he was and see if there was going to be any damage to contain.
“I’m done, Wylde.” Danica stood at my table, her backpack slung over one shoulder while she picked at the strap.
“Good.” I shut down my gear and packed everything up. I still had my bike but I’d brought a helmet for her, not intending to ever drive a fucking cage again. The thought made me break out in hives.
I strapped my gear to the back and handed Dani the helmet. “Climb on the back. Your feet go on the pegs. Watch the pipes when you get off because they’ll be hot.”
“I’m not sure this is a good idea, Wylde. Maybe you could get someone to bring my car. The girls and I need to get home anyway.”
“Get on, Dani.” My tone was a little gruffer than I’d intended, but I was not having one of my brothers bring her back to the clubhouse. I knew Clutch wasn’t done with her ride yet and, Goddamnit, I wasn’t ready for her to leave!
With a sigh, she did as I instructed. Once she had her helmet on and was securely behind me, I grabbed her wrists and brought them around my waist. “Hang on tight.”
When I took off, she squeezed her arms around my middle tighter, looking over my shoulder as we rode. For some reason, I wanted to take her on a good, long ride. I wanted her to experience something that gave me the most peace I’d ever had in my life. Other than, perhaps, being in her presence.
And where the fuck did that thought come from? And why did her arms wrapped around me feel so fucking good? Didn’t matter. I was driving for a while because I fucking wanted to.
She held onto me while we rode, her hands sometimes bunching in my shirt, sometimes gripping my belly and chest over top of my shirt. When we stopped at traffic lights, I placed a hand over top of hers and felt her trembling. Neither of us spoke and I didn’t hurry. It was over an hour later when we rolled into the compound.
I didn’t take her to the front like I should have. Instead, I pulled my bike around to the garage and pulled into my normal spot. No one was around. The area was lit only by the scant sunlight coming in through the door.
I shut down the bike and sat there, trying to gather my thoughts. What the hell was I doing?
“Wylde?” Danica’s soft voice was like a gentle caress over my senses. The woman had bewitched me. Pure and simple.
She handed me her helmet and started to climb off the back. I snagged her hand to help her…
Then pulled her to me, picking her up and setting her on my lap. Somehow, she managed to straddle my legs as my arms settled around her and pulled her to me.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was a mere whisper of sound. I could feel her breath brush my lips.
“I’m going to kiss you, Danica. Tell me now if that’s not what you want.”
“This isn’t a good idea.”
“Not the question. Do you want me to kiss you?”
She hesitated, nibbling her bottom lip as she struggled to form a reply. It was really all the confirmation I needed. Threading my fingers through her hair, I pulled Danica to me, meeting my mouth with hers.