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)
“What are you doing here?”
“Got sick and tired of the sound of babies crying. It’s so fucking annoying. The club is a place for men and to do what we want. Their old ladies start popping out the brats, and suddenly our club is a fucking crèche.” Zero shook his head. “I’m not looking to take care of babies, but I’m looking for a fuck.”
“Not even if Sophia asks you?” Killer asked.
The way Zero looked at Sophia showed everyone in the club what the man thought about her. Killer had watched him lusting after the other woman.
“What the fuck you talking about?” Zero grew tense.
“I’m not blind, and everyone knows you’ve got a thing for Nash’s girl.” Killer stopped talking as the waitress brought them back more beer.
“If you need anything, honey, call me. I mean anything,” the waitress said, walking off.
“I’ll be fucking her by the end of the night.”
“Are you sure?” Killer asked.
“Look, what I feel for Sophia is no one’s business but mine. I’m not going to act on it, and if I want a screw whatever cunt I want, I will. Tiny’s already given me the lecture, okay.”
“I know. Poaching another brother’s girl is going to land you in shit.”
Zero glared at him. “Sophia wouldn’t give me the time of day. I’m not going to do anything to cause problems. Drop it.” His arms were folded, and his defenses were up.
Leaning forward, Killer stared at the other man. “Would you?”
“Would I what?”
“If Sophia responded or gave you any sign that she wanted something from you, would you give in, or would you leave it alone?”
Zero didn’t answer for a few minutes. “I’d do something about it, all right. You want to go running off telling Nash and Tiny how I’d bang his woman at the first opportunity then fucking do it. I’m sick of hiding from this shit.” He downed his shot of whiskey then started on his beer.
“What is it about her?” Killer asked.
“What is it about Kelsey? You answer that, and then I’ll talk about my woman. Fuck, we were supposed to be getting away from this crap, not talking about it all the time.”
Killer stayed silent, staring at the other man.
“See, you talk about your woman, and then I’ll talk about mine. Until then, keep your nose out of my fucking business.” Zero stared at the dance floor. Steven was gone, and so were the two blonde bunnies.
“What happened to you?” Killer asked, changing the subject.
“What do you mean?”
“When Snitch attacked. Where did you go?”
Over a year ago Snitch and another motorcycle club known as The Darkness had attacked them leaving two of their men dead. One of them was Time, whom Killer had known from his days in The Lions. Killer ended up getting back to Fort Wills where he protected the women who stayed behind the best he could. He knew Tiny had ended up in Vegas and others in hospitals.
“I’ve got a friend who lives over forty miles out. She put me up and made sure no one knew about my presence.” Zero closed down, growing silent. His face shut off all expression. Killer wondered what the hell was going on.
“A woman?”
“Yeah, I’m not some fucking perv, and it’s not like that. She’s the sister of an old friend.” Zero looked out toward the dance floor.
The redhead approached before Killer got another word in.
“Hey, gorgeous, are you planning on asking a lady to dance?” she asked, talking to him.
Killer looked up at her gleaming red hair. She wasn’t too young. Her eyes showed too much knowledge for a young woman. Kelsey at the ripe age of twenty-six still showed a great deal of innocence.
Thinking about Kelsey and remembering the smug look on that bastard’s face, Killer finished off his beer and grabbed the woman’s arm. He didn’t lead her out onto the dance floor. Killer took her around the back of the bar.
Behind the bar he saw Steven fucking one blonde against the wall as he fingered the other. Ignoring all feeling inside him, Killer pushed the redhead against the wall.
“Do you want to dance, or do you want to fuck?” he asked. His only interest was in forgetting what Kelsey looked like for a few short minutes. Since he met her, he’d not touched another woman. The thought of being with another woman left him feeling dirty. Remembering the guilt on her face, he no longer cared. She’d betrayed him and was married. There was no way for him to claim the woman he wanted.
“I want to fuck.”
Pushing her skirt up her thighs, he felt she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Good.” Grabbing the condom from his pocket, he sheathed his cock, found her entrance, and thrust inside.
He’d fuck the memory of Kelsey out of his mind.
****
“You’ve got a lot of shit to answer for,” Tate said, storming into Kelsey’s apartment an hour after had Michael left. Kelsey done nothing but cry since he left. She was trapped in a marriage by a man she didn’t even know.