Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Michael closed the door behind him, leaving the bomb with her.
Chapter Two
The bar was full to bursting with activity. Killer didn’t care at all for any of them. Steven parked the car while he ordered beer for the both of them. The whiskey hadn’t done anything for him, and during the drive he believed the effects had worn off. Finding a small table off to the corner near the dance floor, Killer took his seat and downed half of his beer before Steven even turned up. He wasn’t interested in having a social drink. Killer wanted to drown his sorrows until there was nothing left.
“Parking was a fucking nightmare. You owe me big for this,” Steven said, sitting down.
“I’m your passenger. You’re the one who brought me here.” He looked around seeing the variety of women on offer. Part of him wanted to stop and go to Kelsey while another couldn’t deal with what he’d been told.
She betrayed me.
Gritting his teeth, he sipped at the alcohol, knowing the night was going to be a long one.
“You asked for a place to drown your sorrows and forget everything happening in your pathetic life. I did what you asked, and you’re repaying me by being a bastard. See what thanks I get.” Steven smiled, looking around the room.
“No wonder you got fucking shot. You’re too annoying.”
Steven tensed, clearly remembering the pain. “I may be annoying, but you love me.”
Chuckling, Killer spotted two blondes eyeing up Steven. “You’re right about that. Speaking of love it looks like you’ll be getting plenty of action by the end of the evening.”
“I spotted them when I walked in. They’re practically begging to be fucked and fucked well. I’ll make them work for it first. I don’t want to be too easy.”
“You got a problem with fucking women well?” Killer asked.
“Nah, I just bet half the bar’s been between those thighs at some point.”
“Well, I never thought I’d see the day when you’re picky over who you screw.” Killer saw the women whispering to each other. Both of them were sweet-butt material. He imagined some of the club men would be all over them like white on rice. None of them held his interest like Kelsey. Fuck, he needed to get her out of his mind.
“I’m not. I’m single and I can screw who I want, but seeing the guys with their women, it makes me wish I got something like that. I mean, I’ve seen Hardy with Rose, and they’re amazing. After everything they’ve been through they’re still in love. Then there’s Lash, Murphy, Nash, and just fucking recently Tiny. It makes a man wish for something he can’t have,” Steven said.
Yeah, Killer knew exactly what the man was fucking talking about, which just hurt even more.
Kelsey, she’d been the one woman he’d thought to settle down with.
Get your head out of your ass. It’s not going to happen at all.
Married. He couldn’t even for a second believe it to be true, but he knew it was the truth.
Steven grabbed the next round of drinks while Killer sat back watching the women dance on the floor. He wasn’t an ugly bastard, and he knew women were attracted to him. A redhead sat at the bar was eyeing him up.
Take her ‘round back and bang her. Get all this shit out of your system.
He ignored his thoughts and took the glass from Steven.
“Do you need me to play nursemaid all night?” Steven asked.
“I don’t need you to play it now. Fuck off, have some fun, and leave me in fucking peace.”
Several minutes later Steven went and introduced himself to the two blonde women. No one bothered either of them. They both wore their Skull cuts, and their reputations preceded them.
Killer was no longer in the mood to start a fight. All he wanted to do was drown his sorrows and be left alone.
“This place is a little busy for your tastes, isn’t it?” Zero asked, taking a seat.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Killer hadn’t invited anyone but Steven along for his pity party.
“You don’t own the place, and I can go wherever the hell I chose.” Zero glanced around the room, spotting Steven being rubbed up against by two bunnies. “Fuck that guy moves fast. I wonder what we’ll call him.”
“Can’t call him Hardy, but with the way he goes I’m surprised the boy can think.”
“He’s not that young,” Zero said, signaling a waitress.
“Go and get your own beer and stop being a lazy bastard.”
“Why? Waitresses are paid for a reason, and I’m going to be a good paying customer.” Zero sat back, and even through the crush of people the waitress made her way toward him ignoring the other people in the room who wanted a drink. He slapped her ass when he finished with his order. “God, I love women who are so easy to read.”