Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
I turn back around to see Luke nodding at his buddy Jonesy, and I narrow my eyes at them.
“What?” My question is more of a demand, because I want to know what’s going on. It feels like they’re communicating with each other about something and since he already lied to me about being part of a club, I’m not big on trusting either of them right now.
“We’re leaving. Say goodbye to your girl,” Luke orders.
“I’m not going anywhere with you, you idiot,” I argue.
“I don’t think I’m her girl anymore,” Gabby says, and I close my eyes, because I know I’m going to have to grovel to get her over being pissed. Gabby can be a bit of a drama queen, even though that’s what most think I am.
“And I don’t think she wants to go with you,” Hawk announces, standing up.
Oh shit.
I know that tone and I need to do something quick. The problem is, Hawk’s not wrong. The last thing I want to do is go anywhere with Luke.
Damn it! How do I get in these situations!?!?!
9
Grunt
“Kid, this ain’t none of your damn business. You need to step back,” I mutter. I just want to collect my woman and get the fuck out of here. Now that we have the kid’s name who has hurt Lyla, we can get shit handled without involving Jasmine’s friend, which is good, since she looks like she already wants to kill me. I don’t need to piss her off any more than I already have.
“If it involves Jazz, it involves me,” he says, folding his arms at his chest.
“Is this one of them, Red?”
“One of them what? Will you start making sense?” she mutters, and I swear to God, if I didn’t want to strangle her right now, I’d kiss her instead.
“One of your many boyfriends.”
Gabby gasps, and the boy laughs, surprising me. Maybe he thinks it laughable that I called him a kid, but hell, that’s what he is. A damn kid. I doubt he’s even old enough to buy his own fucking beer.
“Oh God,” she mumbles, covering her face.
“Many boyfriends, Jazz? How many do you have?”
“Shut up, Hawk.”
“You need to leave, Gru—”
“Baby, I’ve been pretty damn understanding to this point, but if you call me Grunt one more time, I’m throwing you over my shoulder and carrying you out of here and when I get you back to my place, I’m going to remind you exactly who I am,” I warn her.
“I think I liked you better when you didn’t talk,” she mutters and Jonesy, being the dick that he is, laughs.
“Let’s go.”
“If you think I’m going anywhere with you after three days of silence you’re insane. I don’t know what kind of games you like playing with a girl, but I don’t like them.”
I rub the back of my neck and let out a frustrated sigh. Why can’t I be attracted to a boring, calm, whiney bitch like the blonde? She wouldn’t give me lip and she’d be a decent lay. I could even forget her through the fucking day and most of the night. I’d probably even manage to like her—at least when my cock was in her mouth and she couldn’t bellyache me to death.
“I’ve been busy, Red. I’m not like the boys you fool with that aren’t out of school. I have commitments and a job,” I breathe, trying to find patience, but the longer she’s standing closer to Hawk than to me, that’s harder to find.
“Oh,” she mumbles, as if that just occurred to her. “You know what? That’s another thing. You didn’t tell me you were part of an MC Club. You let me think you were looking to sign up with Gabby’s father’s club.”
“Daddy wouldn’t have him,” Gabby says, and I roll my eyes. Yeah, I couldn’t fuck her even if I taped her mouth shut.
“I didn’t say I was looking to sign up. You just assumed and I didn’t correct you.”
“I…” her mouth snaps shut, and she narrows her eyes at me. I know I’ve made my point and so does she, but she’s clearly not happy about it. “Whatever, you still could have called me.”
“I didn’t have your number, woman. Now, will you get over here?”
“I don’t think she should. We don’t know a damn thing about you, and I don’t really like your attitude,” Hawk says, grabbing Jasmine’s arm to hold her back—not that she was coming to me, like a smart woman, but still, I don’t like that he thinks he has any control over this situation.
“Ask me if I give a fuck what you think, pretty boy.”
“Pretty boy,” Hawk laughs, taking a step toward me. He’s got balls, I’ll give him that. It will be fun to squash them under my boot and watch him cry like a baby, when I take Jasmine out of here.