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)
But I didn’t…
36
Grunt
“You have got to be shitting me,” I growl, standing up to walk around the room. Jesus how could I have been so blind. Slowly things are clicking into place. Jazz knew how to handle herself in my club. She knows about the biker lifestyle. Shit, her best friend is the daughter of the Devil’s Blaze president. It was all right there in front of me and I was a blind fucking fool.
“Luke…”
“Don’t you Luke me, Red. Not right now,” I growl.
“What are you so pissy about?”
“Your fucking uncle is Dragon West, the baddest, most ruthless motherfucker in Kentucky, hell, maybe several damn states and you don’t think you should mention that?”
“I didn’t see a reason,” she shrugs, and if the woman didn’t have me tied up in knots and own my fucking cock, I’d choke her right now.
“You didn’t see a reason? You didn’t see a fucking reason?” I bark.
“Will you keep your voice down? You’re going to wake up Daisy!” she snaps.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this, Jasmine. The Savage Brothers and my club aren’t exactly on great terms, you know. This is a fucking mess.”
“What did you do to us?”
“Us? Jesus, fucking—”
“I know Uncle Dragon. He’s a fair man—”
“A fair man…” I whistle, thinking my Red just might be delusional.
“Exactly.”
“Your Uncle Dragon once shot off a man’s dick and watched him bleed to death—while laughing.”
“Hmm…”
“Hmm? That’s all you have to say, Red?”
“Are you saying you haven’t done worse, Luke?”
Motherfucker, she’s got balls of steel. How did I miss this?
“You should have told me Red,” I finally growl, sitting back on the bed and staring at the woman that I’m not sure I ever knew.
“If I can accept you, Luke, then you should be able to accept my family.”
“Your family?” I murmur. “Just how deep are your ties to the Savage Brothers?”
“Pretty deep.”
“Jasmine,” I warn.
“My father is his second.
“You father is Dancer?”
“Yeah.”
“Your father is Dancer Blake, the Savage Brothers Vice President?”
“I’m guessing you know him?” she says, and I can see the trepidation on her face, but she doesn’t back down. She stares at me and doesn’t even blink.
“Yeah, baby, I know him, and we’ve got a fucking problem.”
“I can’t imagine what,” she mumbles with a shrug—as if she doesn’t have a care in the world.
“How about the fact that your old man’s club and your father’s club hate one another?”
“Do I have an old man?” she asks, purposely ignoring everything else I said.
“What in the hell does that mean, Red?” I bite out the question, wondering how in the hell this woman can get me from relaxed to pissed off in a matter of seconds.
“It means, it seems like you’re getting ready to head for the hills. Are you scared of my family, Luke?”
“Fucking hell…” I growl. How the fuck she can be with me all this time and then ask that fucking question blows my mind. I get up and walk out. I walk out and don’t bother looking back.
37
Jasmine
Luke stayed out last night until the early morning hours. When he got home he reeked of alcohol and smoke. He went to the club. I didn’t have to ask, I knew. My stomach churned. I wanted to ask him if he had been with another woman, but I didn’t.
I should have faith that he wouldn’t do that to me, but my head is a mess. Hell, maybe he sees nothing wrong with that. Some men in this lifestyle don’t. If he did, it would kill me and I don’t think that’s exaggerating one bit. I had no idea how I was going to feel about Luke, how deep it would go, or how much it would consume me. Now, I’m afraid there’s no way around being hurt—and that’s something that I swore would never happen again.
“What are you doing?” I squeak out, when Daisy and Luke walk out of the house.
“Taking you to the baby shower,” Luke says, his voice brokering no argument.
“My family will be there,” I tell him, saying it more as a dare.
“I know. Despite what my woman thinks of me, I don’t give a shit about facing them.”
I sigh, because I knew when I said that to him that it was a low blow. I don’t figure there is much that Luke is afraid of, I was just mad at him. Although, if I’m honest, it might be good if he is a little afraid of my family.
“Daddy, you shouldn’t say shit. Jasmine says it’s a bad word,” Daisy chastises.
“She does?” he questions, and despite looking pissed at me, when he turns to talk to his daughter his face softens, and his voice is almost sweet. My heart squeezes, because I could really use that sweet right now.
“Yep. Don’t you, Jazz?”
“I do, sweet thing,” I murmur, acknowledging as I respond to her that I really love that little girl.