Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“Serves you right, you pervert.” The blonde woman laughs. She brings her gaze back to me while the other drunk biker helps Sticky to his feet. “You must be Mya’s cousin who just moved here. It’s nice to meet you, sweetheart. My name is Isla.”
Mya’s cousin who just moved here. That’s how Beast’s explaining me.
“I’m Belle. It’s nice to meet you too.”
She winks at me. “Don’t mind those boys, they’re simply blowing off some steam. Someone will find them passed out in the garden tomorrow morning.”
Mya smiles and hooks her arm through mine. “Come on, let’s go have some fun.”
We step through the doors, and I’m immediately hit with the heady scent of weed and tobacco smoke, mingled with leather and sweat and testosterone.
“Welcome to hell, honey,” Isla says beside me.
The clubhouse bar is huge and packed with motorcycle men in leather cuts and women in tight jeans, tight dresses, or next to nothing.
Metallica changes to something I don’t recognize as Mya and Isla lead me through the crowd toward a massive bar with gleaming bottles of liquor along the far wall. Above it, a giant Knights of St. Bon emblem glows in the dim light.
“What’s your poison?” Isla asks me.
“Just an ice water for me,” I reply, glancing around the room at the action. At one of the tables, a gorgeous biker with long white-blonde hair flowing past his broad shoulders arm wrestles with an older biker who has similar hair. He’s gorgeous, with a strong jaw and piercing eyes. I watch as he battles with the older biker, his teeth gritted, his focus determined.
“Here you go,” Isla says, handing me a shot glass of something that isn’t ice water.
I take a sniff, and it stings my nostrils. “What is it?”
“Wildfire. Drink it. You look like you need it.”
Figuring she’s right, I take a hearty sip and the liquid is like fire going down my throat. Immediately, I start to cough. Isla laughs and gives me a comforting pat on the back.
“It’s the Knights’ moonshine. It takes some getting used to.”
Heat spreads through my chest, followed by a rush of comfort, and I begin to relax.
A round of cheers brings my attention back to the arm wrestlers. The younger blonde is winning. His big arm bulges, and his perfect white teeth gnash together as he slowly forces the older biker’s arm down to the table. The other bikers around him cheer him on.
“Better luck next time, old man,” he says with a gorgeous grin. Rising to his feet, he pats the older biker on his cut as he walks past.
“Who is he?” I ask my companions.
“That’s Lars. He’s the club’s enforcer,” Isla explains.
“And Beast’s best friend,” Mya adds. “Where there is one, there is usually the other.”
I glance around the room. There’s still no sign of Beast and I can’t help but wonder where he is and what will happen when he gets here.
It must be the Wildfire, but when I think about Beast and recall his muscular body when I pressed against it in the doorway, excitement spirals through me when I recall the sheer size of him and the heat of his powerful body radiating around me.
I throw back the last of the Wildfire, and it explodes in my chest. Which is good. Because then maybe it will set fire to those thoughts and my body’s traitorous response to them.
Sitting at a table behind us, a group of women watch us with looks of distaste on their faces.
“Who are they?” I ask.
“Outside interests,” Mya says diplomatically.
“We call them Outsiders,” Isla adds. “Girls who want to bang a biker. Usually dancers from one of the clubs the Knights own in town. Some of them are okay, I suppose. But they’re only here for one reason, and it’s not to make friends with their competition.”
“Is that why they look so offended? They think we’re the competition?” I ask.
“Club girls are the competition. We’re handpicked by the Knights to live here and take care of them. The Outsiders are lucky to get an invite to a party. They want what we have and will do anything to try and get it.” Isla hands me another shot of Wildfire. “Now you’re here, they’ll be sizing you up to see how much of a threat you are.”
I’m in jeans and a T-shirt with hair knots and panda eyes. The Outsiders can relax.
Suddenly the doors open, and three goddesses in tight jeans and boots walk in. No, they don’t walk in. They stride in like queens. Their presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room, including me.
“And who are they?” I whisper in awe.
Mya brings her lips close to my ear. “Old ladies.”
The three women pass by us without a glance. It’s only when they’re farther away that one of them, a tall blonde with hair like a shieldmaiden cascading down her back, turns and looks over her shoulder at me. Her eyes find mine, but she looks right through me before turning away.