Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“My new… my ex?”
“Your phone rang this morning, and I would have ignored it, but I saw the caller ID. I answered, thinking I’d lay the law down to him. Got to tell you, baby, I’m not much on some motherfucker threatening you. I think this asshole needs to be taught a lesson.”
“Dom, his family is pretty connected in New York. I don’t want any trouble. He’ll forget about me soon enough.”
“I figure this clown doesn’t have many brains because he treated you like shit instead of like the queen you are. Still, even some pencil dick with shit for brains would have trouble trying to forget you, sweetheart. I think you’re being overly optimistic here.”
She surprises me by laughing. “Who would have thought a man could give a speech using the term shit for brains and talk about my ex, yet still make it romantic?”
“I’m a man of many talents,” I brag, and she shakes her head.
“That you are. Thanks for my new phone.”
“Anytime, sweetheart. Now give me those lips. I have things I have to do this morning and I’m running behind.”
“Like what?”
“I’m going to get tested so I can have my woman without a damn rubber. Then, I have a surprise that I’m trying to line up for you.”
“A surprise?”
“Yep. So, hurry and give me those lips, then get your pretty ass back in your class before I pull you behind the building and spank it while I’m fucking you.”
Her eyes dilate noticeably. A minute shiver rolls through her body and as I watch, my gaze immediately zeros in on her breasts. Her nipples are so hard that they are poking against her T-shirt. My lips lift into a smile. “You like that idea, Gorgeous? You want me to press you up against the building, take you from behind, spanking your ass while I’m thrusting deep inside your tight cunt?”
“Dom…”
My name comes out with a whimper, hunger threaded through it. I pull her in close to me, taking in her scent and trying to hold on to sanity. Looking up, I try to find the strength to pull away from her when my gaze fixates on something. No, not something, but someone. I tense as I see a man across the street from where Thea and I are standing. He’s staring right at me and the hate on his face is clear to read—even from this distance. It’s King. “Motherfucker,” I hiss.
“Dom? What’s wrong?”
“A member of T’s club is here unannounced,” I mutter.
She turns to look, humming under her breath. “Is that the guy who donated blood to T?”
“Yeah. I need to go see why he’s here.”
“I’m sure it’s fine. He saved T, for goodness’ sake.”
“He still should have let the club know he was going to be in the area. I’ll go talk to him, you go inside, okay Gorgeous?”
“I’m not leaving you out here alone. What if something happens?”
“My fierce warrior. Breaker’s right. Champ fits you much better as a club name. You’re a fucking badass, Thea Kane.”
“Nice of you to notice, Dominic West.”
“Hmm…”
“What?” she asks.
“I was just thinking that sounds a lot better coming out of your mouth than Dom the dick did.”
She giggles so hard she snorts and even with King across the street, I find myself laughing. I kiss her quickly after I finally control myself. “I know you don’t want to, but go inside for me, please? I’ll be fine. Once I'm finished, I'll send you a text. King isn’t stupid. He’s not going to start shit in Savage Brothers’ territory.”
“I’ll go back in,” she mumbles with a sigh.
“Good girl,” I praise, only for her to slap me gently in the gut.
“I’m only going because you said please. I’m also going to tell all your brothers that I made you beg.”
“Woman, you have no idea just how easily you could make me beg.”
“We may have to find that out later,” she laughs and then, with a quick kiss, she goes back inside.
I shake my head, wondering how I can feel so happy when a man I hate is standing in my territory, staring at me as if daring me to kick his ass. I rub the back of my neck and walk over to the asshole—already knowing I’m not going to like how this goes.
“This is a surprise.”
I cross my arms at my chest and wait. King is now on his bike and he’s staring at me with a look that I’d take great pleasure in knocking off his face.
“Is it?” the bastard asks.
King is a big man. He’s closer to the size of Breaker than my own. His skin is a darker brown than mine, and he has tattoos and scars riddled over his arms. He’s wearing a black cut like mine, but it has a club patch and name for the Demon Chasers. Lame-ass name, if you ask me.