Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Once again, my world crashes around me.
Seven
Raff
White Horse - Chris Stapleton
My phone pings an alert from the security app at my house.
“You good, brother?” Stud asks clearly reading my face. I have been at the shop changing a taillight on my bike. When I don’t have a job site to be at, I typically will come here to work on my bikes or help Honey and Stud on the cars they have.
I throw up a finger to get him to pause as I click the audio on. The small phone screen isn’t ideal, but the system I have in my house is crystal clear in both video and audio. What I see makes my blood boil. It’s the camera on the corner of my garage. The one that faces Josie’s home. Why didn’t she use the fob? It’s obvious she is uncomfortable.
“Brett, you aren’t supposed to be here!” Her voice trembles as her eyes stare wildly at the man looming over her.
He smiles with a sinister smirk as he reaches out to stroke her face. Instantly, she jerks back at the contact. “Puppet don’t be this way. Justice is sick. I came to check on my son.”
Her face turns to stone. “He is not your son! What happens with him, with me, is not your business, Brett.” Her voice is laced in fear and anger as she fights to remain firm.
The man reaches out grabbing both of her arms up high near her shoulders, shaking her hard. “You are my business. You are my world!” He yells and I’ve seen enough. He is out of control.
“Gotta run,” I mutter rushing out of Honey’s shop by hopping on my bike not even taking time to dick with a helmet. My mind is focused on her, nothing will get in my way. Thankfully, the gate to the garage area is open so I don’t have to dick with getting off and sliding it for my escape.
I don’t obey a single traffic law as I twist the throttle and press on. Pulling into our neighborhood, I slow down attempting to allow things to seem normal. Knowing what I plan to do, I only need her to go along, and this man is will soon understand he can back off now. There is a reason he is her ex-husband. I roll in behind her car instead of going to my side of the driveway. I don’t think, I react. Dropping the kickstand, I hop off casually, containing the rage burning inside me. There is an easy way to get through to a man like him and I know just what to do. Hopefully Josie will follow my lead.
She is still standing in front of her house with the man as both of their eyes turn to see me. Her gaze narrows trying to gauge my presence. I keep my eyes locked to hers as I walk up hearing the sounds of another Harley coming in the distance. The noise only fuels my ego as I allow a smile to fill my face. I know Stud followed behind me and probably called in the other Hellions.
Strutting directly to her, I wrap one arm around her waist pulling her close before cupping her chin to tilt her head to look up at me. Without hesitation, I drop my head, pressing my lips to hers. Instantly, she softens in my embrace as electricity races through my body. Sweeping my tongue across the seam of her mouth, she takes the hint opening for me. This kiss deepens as I hear a growl from the man beside us. Ignoring him, our tongues tangle as her arms come to rest on my shoulders tenderly.
I am not a tender man.
I hear the rumble of Stud pulling in and then it ends as he shuts off his bike. Even aware of other people around us, I take this moment to memory. Her body pressed to mine, her lips against mine, and our tongues dancing is changing something inside me.
Something about the gentle feel of her hands as they touch my neck erupts a cave man inside me. I grab her ass pulling her entire body against mine continuing to devour her mouth with my own.
“Dayum Raff, that is a welcome home from the little lady,” Stud mutters joining us after parking his bike on the street.
Only at his additional presence being announced do I pull my mouth away from hers but still keep her close against me.
“Hey sugar, how ya doin’ today?” Stud asks Josie as if they have known each other for ages.
Josie blushes and shrugs her shoulders as she seems to be speechless. Whether it’s from our kiss or simple presence alone, I don’t know.
The man glares at Josie. I don’t give him a chance to speak before tucking her body safely behind my own and extending my hand. He thinks he has power. He has entered a game I intend to win, not for me, but for Josie’s freedom.