Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 71610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
I called in a favor from a buddy of mine I once served under, when I was just getting started in the military. He belongs to a club in Tennessee—The Savage Brothers. I spent a couple of weeks there while the President took his old lady and kids to some beach for a few weeks. Good club, good brothers, but I got restless.
Gunner cleared the way for me to stay here in Kentucky for a few more weeks. They have a parent chapter here. I’ve spent my time out of service moving from one club to the next, but that’s how I live my life. I don’t really have a need to put roots down. I should have gone by the Savage Clubhouse and announced myself, but I’m too fucking tired. I’ll do it tomorrow. They gave me the okay to stay there, but when Gunner mentioned the room here, I jumped on that. I like being alone. It’s one of the reasons I haven’t joined a club.
I need to figure out what the fuck I’m doing. I’m at a crossroads and the only thing I really know is that I’m not going back into the military. Still, at thirty, working a week here and a week there probably is not a good game plan. Then again, there’s no one counting on me, but me, so it’s not like it matters.
This is not how I once saw my life. Nearing thirty, no kids, no old lady, nothing holding me down anywhere. When I first went into the service, I didn’t do it to be patriotic. I did it because it was honest income and I had a woman to provide for. I don’t know that I ever loved Angie—some days she could be a pure bitch, especially when I came home early on leave and found her sucking off my Lt. Colonel. Seeing that does things to a man. Doesn’t matter if you love the bitch, she was yours and she let another man touch her. She took another man’s dick into what I deemed my territory. After that, I didn’t much give a fuck about anything. I did my time, got out and I’ve been rambling around ever since.
That’s how I got my road name. Chains. Assholes thought it’d be funny to name me opposite of the thing I craved the most—freedom. I like it though.
There are days I feel like I need a place to hang my hat every night and come off the road. Then, I remember I don’t wear a fucking hat.
I shut down Betty, climb off and manage not to groan as the kinks in my back snap, crackle and pop louder than any breakfast cereal.
By the time I make it over to the bouncer, he’s arguing with a sexy little minx with legs so long they make my dick stand up and take notice. She’s a curvy thing too, with an ass to make a man beg and boobs to make him kill. She’s got soft curled hair that’s all natural and a dark black, that still somehow shines in the moonlight. It’s her skin that grabs my attention. It’s a creamy mocha that makes me want to lick every inch of it. It’s smooth, unblemished and appears soft as silk. I have trouble tearing my gaze away from it. That’s when I truly take in her face and realize I need to get my dick under control. This chick is young.
Jailbait young.
“Come on, Nailer. You know yourself Dad gave me the job here.”
“He did. He also made it damn clear you are only to work during the day, Kayden.”
“I just want to go in and pick up the paperwork. I won’t be in there long.”
“Not happening. There’s a club party going on in there tonight. Dragon would have my ass if I let you in.”
“Christ, it’s not like I haven’t seen a club party, Nailer.”
“Seeing one when it’s just starting and being there when it’s in full swing are two different kettles of fish. Not happening, Kayden.”
“Just let me in to get the paperwork and that’s it. You can walk in front of me and hide me from the big bad party.”
“No thanks, I choose life. Your old man might have some years on him, and Nic has definitely mellowed him, but there’s no fucking way I’m going to cross him.”
“Whatever. I can’t believe this. I swear you’re all dead set on treating me like I’m still a baby for the rest of my life.”
The man just shrugs at the girl’s outburst.
“I’m not a little girl!” she huffs, sounding like the very thing she’s denying.
“You are to me,” the man she called Nailer, responds.
“Do I look like a little girl to you?” the girl asks, surprising the fuck out of me. She’s staring right at me, her eyes as dark as her hair. Jesus. She’s sex served on a plate and wrapped up with a fuck-me-and-spend-your-life-in-jail bow.