Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“I’m pissed at Shelby. I don’t particularly like her at all these days, but she’s not that, Dragon.”
“Didn’t say she was. Stop interrupting me or we’re going to be out here all night.”
“Continue on then, pain in my ass.”
He chuckles but doesn’t reply. He just keeps on—set on delivering his speech.
“Then there’re women that like to be in control. She’s Type B. They’re not riding shotgun. You might as well not ask. They do not and will not take the passenger seat, and don’t particularly like our lifestyle. These women like control and can’t even let loose enough to enjoy the ride, holding onto their man. They take what they think is your job to provide, but they’ll only give what they think you deserve. They map out their life and like to do the driving while they advise you to hold on. You have to be a man that can be happy with what she gives and not expect more.”
“Dragon …” I rumble, sick of this damn burn I feel inside of me. That type sums up Shelby. Fuck, if it doesn’t.
“Shelby is that type of woman. I knew it, I saw it, but I didn’t say shit. All it would have done is alienate you more, and that’s the last fucking thing I wanted. Of all my children, King, you’re the most like me. T has quite a bit of his old man in him. It’s coming out more now that he’s secure with Lyla. But you? You’re me made over, and that probably pisses you off, but it’s the damn truth.”
He’s wrong. I like knowing I’m like him. Dragon’s nothing like what I grew up to believe. I watch how he is with his club, his other kids, his grandkids, and most importantly, his old lady. Nothing about him makes me regret having his blood flowing through my veins—except maybe he’s stubborn as fuck and insists on being a nagging asshole who gives me lessons at midnight that I don’t see a point to. Shelby’s done. It’s over and I don’t even mind it now. My only regrets are that I put my ring on her finger and her name on my skin. Her name is still on me. That’s going to come off soon. The ring she probably hocked, and I have the papers to prove the ring no longer holds meaning in the first damn place. So, it’s done. I’m good. What I do not need is to be out here rehashing shit. I look up at the streetlight over our table and hope he finishes this shit soon.
“Go on,” I tell him, my voice gruff.
“Type C is strong in a different way. She likes a strong man at her side. He doesn’t need to define her, but she wants him there. This woman knows the kind of man she wants—sometimes she mistakes what she has—but eventually she will find it, because she won’t settle. This woman latches onto a man differently, too. She takes—that’s true—but she gives as much, if not more, than she ever gets. She feeds the man inside so that he’s better because he has her. This woman will give her sweetness, her laughter and joy, her calm, her temper, and most importantly, her love. Love—that she will give completely—in a way that no matter what happens, she won’t take it away. This woman doesn’t mind telling you that and does it in a way you know if you hurt her, it will fucking destroy her. She’ll have his back and fight a war with him to keep what they have. It will fire a man’s protectiveness up and he’ll wage wars just to make sure she’s happy. Now, a woman like that? She’s worth more than anything in this fucking world, and that’s the truth. That’s the kind of woman I got with Nicole. That’s the kind of woman my T got too, and you have no idea how fucking happy that makes me—even if it comes with pain-in-my-ass Ford.”
I laugh, but don’t say anything.
“Now, Thea is a different breed. Which brings me to Type D. This kind of woman can be confused with Type B or C, because they’re similar. She’s a woman who likes control of all things except at home. She wants to be able to come home and have a strong man that has his own life, yet babies her when the doors close out the world, handles her with care, and sees her through. This is good for Dom. He needs a woman strong enough to give him hell, put him in his place, and do it so he knows if he doesn’t straighten up, she’ll kick his ass out and find someone that will. This can get confusing with all three types, but there’s a big difference. This woman will kick him to the curb for his bullshit, because she wants a good man at her side, not because she’s desperate or feels like she has no control. No, she will replace him because she knows what she deserves, and she will eventually find someone she can love who will fit that mold.”