Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
The Bloodthirsty Devils are a growing threat, and I need to be able to fight them. With my MC. With all my faculties.
I stand abruptly. “I need to get the fuck out of here.”
Dix jokes, “Struck out again, brother?” and playfully smacks my arm.
“No,” I grunt and finish my drink before I say something I’ll regret. “See you guys later.”
I need solitude before my next panic attack spills all my secrets in front of the people I consider family.
“You all right to drive?” Lucky chimes in. “I can follow you.”
“Nah, man. I’m good,” I say, not even turning to look back.
Once outside, the full moon hangs heavy in the sky, almost like it’s watching me, judging me. Everything feels surreal right now and too damn quiet.
Each step I take away from the clubhouse loosens the knot in my stomach. When I reach my bike, I toss my leg over the seat and let the roar of the engine blot out everything in my head.
On the bike, eating up the road, my hands don’t shake, the flashes of memory don’t interrupt my ability to function.
Out here, nothing matters but the next stretch of road.
The thrill runs out as I rev into the parking lot of my swanky high-rise condo with a killer view of the pier. Snagged this place right after I joined the Reckless Souls, just before Mom and Dad kicked me to the curb for opting out of becoming a world-famous surgeon and instead becoming a filthy biker.
Funny, really. Their glitzy world was a no-go for me, especially with PTSD breathing down my neck. So I flipped the bird to their expectations, and they axed my trust fund. And you know what? Best bad decision I ever made.
Good fucking riddance.
I plan to do better with my kids when the time comes. First, I have to find a good woman who loves me, a woman who wants to be a good mother and a good partner, not just someone who wants to climb the ladder because she married a doctor and accumulate shit. Maggie might be that woman.
Maggie. That girl’s had such a rough life and she deserves better than what I can offer. Right now, I can fuck her senseless and take care of her financially, but can I give her the love she deserves?
Minutes later, standing under the hot spray of the shower, I wonder what Maggie’s dream man looks like. It’s not Demon, but that doesn’t mean it’s me, either.
“Dammit.” Guilt swamps me for the way I took her, so rough and hard in the truck, using her like she was my own personal fuck toy. She enjoyed it, the dirty prick in my head reminds me.
Yes, she did enjoy it. She came twice before riding out several minutes of aftershocks. Then again, fucking has never been my problem. As a biker and a doctor, getting women has never been my issue. I can snap my fingers, and women just come running, but that no longer holds any appeal.
The things I want in life are out of my reach until I do something about these episodes or get to the bottom of what’s causing them. Banger is better, and they should be fading, not increasing.
First, fix my mind, and then maybe I can think about making Maggie mine for real.
But that means I have to delay her plans to leave. I need to get her to stay and help us with Willow’s rescue. But how?
Two tours in the fucking Army with more medals than I can wear on my uniform, and now I’m stuck trying to figure out how to win the affections of a petite former gangbanger with a huge chip on her shoulder.
And no hair.
Piece of cake, right?
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Maggie
There’s a party roaring just on the other side of that door, and I’m hiding out in this room like a little bitch. What the fuck is that? I don’t know what they’re celebrating, and an hour ago, I didn’t really give a shit. But now? I’m not just curious. I’m pissed off.
Is Nova out there partying it up, letting one of those biker bitches rub up against him when his cock still smells of my pussy juices? “Ugh. Nasty.”
I need to get the fuck out of Angel Harbor and away from the Bloodthirsty Devils and the Reckless Souls. I have a plan, but to make sure it’s going to work, I need to access the internet because I got no phone. I need to leave this fucking room, I tell myself as I stare at the door and listen to the rock music blasting through the building.
It’s now or never, Maggie. Fuck that. It’s now.
I rush across the room and yank the door open, stepping outside and feeling like a badass. I saunter into the bar where it’s loud enough to wash away any second thoughts running through my mind. I grab a beer and lean against the bar, scanning the room and noting all the smiles. I freeze for a second as my gaze lands on Viper, who goes by Banger now. He’s alive. And he’s staring right at me.