Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“Get lost.” He continued to watch Butters dance, his dick hard but only for one woman. He could see out of the corner of his eye that Easy looked toward the bar, and he knew she was watching Butters as well.
“She dances like she’s the shit. Like she’s got the tightest pussy around.”
“She probably does,” he said without emotion, without hesitation. And I’ll be sampling that pussy real soon.
Butters grabbed the whiskey bottle Ash handed her, and he growled out low when he noticed the interest in Ash’s gaze. If that fucker thought he’d get some of Butters’s sweet ass, Mayhem would have no issues setting the man straight, patch or not.
Butters brought the whiskey bottle to her mouth and tipped it back, taking a healthy swig from it. She’d been doing this since she stepped behind the bar, and he could see she was getting wasted.
Maybe she thought if she was drunk and passed out, he’d leave her the fuck alone. Mayhem didn’t rape women.
“Come on, Mayhem. I’ve had almost all of the patches. I have a few left, you and Big, even Dirty is on my list. My pussy gets so damn wet with just a snap of your fingers.”
“If you haven’t had those patches by now, that should be an indication they don’t want you.” He still looked at Butters.
Easy reached out and was about to touch his cut, but he grabbed her wrist and glared at her.
“Don’t fucking touch my cut. You know the rules.” He let go of her hand, glaring at her, and not hiding the menace in his expression. “Now get the fuck away from me. I’m not interested. Never have been. I don’t like dirty, loose pussy, and you stink of it, Easy.” Mayhem was suddenly in a foul mood and having Easy here only made it worse.
Easy snorted, started murmuring something under her breath, and when she left, he focused on Butters again. Butters wasn’t a loose lay. She didn’t even want him. She, in fact, wanted nothing to do with him and was only here because she needed his help. He was a sick bastard because that had his dick jerking in arousal even more.
Yeah, he’d be hitting that real soon, and then once he was done, he’d get her out of his system and move the fuck on. At least, that’s what he told himself.
Chapter
Twelve
Butters should have gone to Hollywood to act. That’s how good she was, especially under pressure. Or maybe, it was the fact she was getting trashed that had her not giving a shit right now?
She stood behind the bar, acting natural, like she wasn’t in deep shit and here to pay off a debt…a debt that hadn’t even been dealt with yet. Her mind was full of images of her brother getting hurt, of the Cardonas coming after them.
But the one currently at the forefront of her mind was the fact she felt Mayhem’s gaze on her.
They’d gotten to the club a few hours ago, but she hadn’t seen him do any of the “work” he’d said he had to do. No, she’d seen him take a seat at the corner table. She was trying her best to ignore him, but every once in a while, she found herself looking at him, not even realizing that she was until their gazes locked.
“Girl, you are fuckin’ rocking it,” Ash said from right below her.
Butters looked down from where she stood and saw Ash staring up at her. The biker was big with a head of shaggy dark hair, his eyes a light, almost unnatural blue color.
He was an attractive man in a savage, brutal way, as were all the bikers she’d seen in the club. But he didn’t make her feel this heat, this intense warmth move through her like Mayhem did. But then again, no one knew why she was really here, or at least, Mayhem had assured her of that.
Butters didn’t know why she even cared what anyone thought. She wasn’t in the best situation to begin with, and these men were hardcore, doing illegal things to make their living.
The women who hung around were all but whores to the bikers, so she supposed she was no different from them.
She grinned down at Ash, still playing the part. She could be sexy, sultry, and tease everyone. But if anyone put their hands on her, she’d have no problem kicking their balls into their guts.
You wouldn’t do that to Mayhem, though.
He was arrogant, overbearing, and thought he could have her at any cost.
And he will.
Closing her eyes and drinking more of the whiskey, she felt the world tip and reached out to steady herself. The wall was close to where she stood at the end of the bar. Opening her eyes and breathing when her vision focused again, she looked at where Mayhem sat.