Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Eagle-eye nods. “I agree, but we need to do more than rattle Kozlov himself. We need to send a message to everyone who’s working with him or watching to see what happens. I want to make it crystal clear that if something is a threat, we put it the fuck down.”
"Alright then, what’re your orders, boss?" Shadow's taken a slice of wall together with Outlaw, but he pushes off to ask his question.
"Free up tomorrow night, boys." Eagle-eye grins. "We're going to the motherfucking gala."
26
SANDRA
My first real club party. Even from outside of the clubhouse, it’s already pretty wild. The music is pounding and lights flicker in the windows as people pass back and forth between them. For all the things I've done with the club, attending one of the infamous Screaming Eagles parties isn't one of them.
Beast, Zero and Piston have decided to rectify that.
Zero holds the door for me, and I step into the wildest crowd I've ever seen. Even back when I was partying like it was my full time job I never went to anything on this scale.
The times I've been brought through the common room, it's been daytime so the most I've seen are a couple of guys shooting pool while a couple of others have been on the couches in the back, watching the big screen TV mounted on the wall. Tonight, the regular lights are turned off, leaving a mix of stationary and slowly moving spotlights that make it possible to see what's going on, at least enough to move around. And there's a faint yellow glow behind the blinds of the office that overlooks the common room.
I don't think I've ever seen so many Screaming Eagles in one spot. And it’s not just bikers tonight. There are friends of the club, people from outside who’ve been invited, and sprinkled around the room are a bunch of women wearing not much more than glitter and an attitude. They are almost exclusively hanging off bikers, pressing up against them like arm candy, or full on making it obvious that they are up for whatever the guys are in the mood for.
Beast pulls me past a big biker with a thick beard who's lost his shirt somewhere along the way. He's making out with a thin slip of a woman, literally holding her off the ground while she has her arms wrapped around his powerful neck. I've done the same with Beast. I bet she's loving it. Her shirt slips up as we pass, revealing that her ass is completely bare where her biker’s hands aren’t holding. It must be pretty obvious I wasn’t expecting it because Beast chuckles as he leads me to the bar.
"Things can get a little wild, but everyone's into it." Zero leans in to speak in my ear over the music. "The sluts know the score. They don’t get that status until they’ve shown they can handle it, and in return they know we don’t put up with guests who can’t take no for an answer. The last guy who tried to push his luck ended up on the street holding his own balls."
I wince, but I don’t hate the message.
The bar is manned by a guy they call Chef, an older biker with a tight mohawk and a red dragon tattooed around the side of his head. He’s serving drinks with his old lady, Jewel, a pretty lady with deep purple hair to her shoulders. Chef bumps into her, and I've never heard anyone called an asshole so lovingly before, even over the loud music. I don't know them, but I've had them pointed out by the guys when we were passing by.
Beast gets Jewel's attention. "Hey. Three beers and something non-alcoholic for our lady."
She waves him off and leans onto the bar so we can speak closer. "I'm going to assume you want something more specific than just, 'something non-alcoholic.' ” She puts up air quotes with her fingers and grins. “We girls have to keep our guys on their toes, before they get too full of themselves. Any drinks you like? I can probably make just about anything virgin except the people doing the drinking."
This is new territory for me. I get non-alcoholic beer mostly because it’s the easiest thing to order, but honestly I don’t usually like the flavor enough to bother otherwise. Most of the time I’d rather just have a soda. "What do you suggest?"
"I can do you a no-jito. Lime juice, sparkling water, mint and a little simple syrup. I love them when I'm not boozing it up, and they're great in the heat."
"Sold," I say with a little laugh. Jewel has an easy-going, friendly way about her that's hard not to like. Not sure how she ended up with a sourpuss like Chef, but they seem to get along just fine.