Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
That was what he would get for not helping.
Not that she needed help since she was capable of bringing in her own stuff. But they were supposed to be partners. In her book, a little courtesy could go a long way.
She slammed the door shut and locked it behind her.
Before she could check out her new home, another tattoo caught her eye.
“Wow. You guys are all in, huh?” she asked, stepping closer and pointing at the Blue Avengers tattoo high up on his right bicep. “You’ll have to make sure that doesn’t show. Not only around the Demons but the Angels, too. It wouldn’t be smart to keep reminding them how we don’t belong.”
“Got it high enough to cover it easily enough with a short-sleeve shirt. With PSP, we can’t have tattoos showin’ while we fuckin’ work. Otherwise, I’d be stuck wearin’ a long-sleeve uniform shirt all fuckin’ year long.”
“That would suck. So…” She plunked her hands onto her hips and tilted her head, trying her best to keep her eyes above his neck. “What’s with your speech? I don’t remember you talking like that when the task force had our first meeting.”
“‘Cause I didn’t.” When he shrugged, her eyes were drawn to his broad shoulders lifting and falling. “Forcin’ myself to drop my Gs, speak slang and sloppy English. Also gettin’ in the habit of usin’ ‘fuck’ in some form in every sentence.”
“Learning a whole new language, huh?” She’d have to pay closer attention to how the DAMC women talked if, and when, she was around them.
“I figured you learned Italian when you were bangin’ that motherfucker Russo Sr.?”
Okay then. He wanted to go there. Already. She’d only been in the apartment two damn minutes. “I have a good handle on it.”
“Tell me… What’s ‘Oh, Daddy, fuck me harder?’ in Italian?”
Yep, he had to go there. Asshole.
“Oh, Papà, fottimi più forte. So, which Italian daddy are you trying to fuck? I might be able to give you some pointers.”
He cocked one eyebrow. “Might?”
“Just so you know, I won’t judge you for your sexual preferences. But, warning, the bikers might.”
“I’m a straight line without even a slight squiggle, so that’s not even an issue. In case you don’t know, one of their members is bi. One that I know of, anyway. He’s actually married to a Southern Allegheny Regional PD corporal.”
“Did you have to dig deep to find that nugget?”
“Fuck no. Cross is a long-time member of the BAMC.”
She blinked. “Wait. So, a cop and Blue Avenger is bi and he’s married to a Dirty Angel?”
“Aiden Cross ain’t bi, he’s gay. Nash, the Angel, is bi. Cross and our BAMC president are both married into the DAMC.”
She blinked again. What? Why wasn’t she told any of this? This kind of info was important to know.
“Because of that, those two are who got us in the door with the club.”
“They accept badges in their midst?” This was surprising news.
“Wouldn’t go that far. Let’s just say they got a love-hate relationship that can be tumultuous at times.”
Nova could imagine. “Are you always going to speak like that, even when behind closed doors?”
“Gonna try. The more I live it, less likely I’ll slip.”
She had to give him that. Even reluctantly.
When he dug deep into his front pocket, the waistband of his jeans pulled lower and exposed the sharp V of muscles near his hip bones. A well-defined Adonis belt tended to be crack for some women.
The man kept himself in shape, that was for sure.
She wondered how many real bikers worked out and had distinct abs like he did. She figured they all had a farmer’s tan from riding all the time and beer guts from… well, partying just as much as riding.
She figured the only exercise they got was when they fucked.
When he cleared his throat, she slowly lifted her gaze and saw he was holding out a single key. “For the apartment.”
She rolled her eyes at his sly grin and snagged it from his fingers before shoving it deep into her front pocket. She’d add it to the Harley Davidson keyring that held the Dodge’s keys.
“Crew give you two sets for that hunk of junk you were assigned?”
“Sure did. I’ll make sure you get a set. What about the Harley?”
“Nope, since the women don’t ride alone. They’re only backpacks.”
Backpacks.
She fought the urge to roll her eyes again, choosing to breathe out her annoyance instead. She had a feeling she’d be doing that a lot for the next few weeks. She might have to search for some meditation exercises on YouTube.
She glanced around as she pulled on her shirt, flapping it to get air flowing where there was none. “Does this place have air? I’m already getting boob sweat.”
Of course, his eyes immediately went to her chest.
And, of course, didn’t her nipples immediately stand up and take notice?