Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“You think they’re in the city? Why?” I wave a hand, capturing Wild Child and Hero's attention, as they're right here, getting ready to ride with me.
“It just makes sense. You don’t think that I—” Suddenly, he kicks his bike into action. I get a grip on his jacket, but it slips as he revs and sets a course straight for the open gate.
“Stop that motherfucker!” Members throw themselves out of the way to keep from being run down. I draw, but there's a lot of fucking people in front of the clubhouse and if I miss—fuck!
Except Bear's right there, and he's fast when he needs to be. Just as Deuce is flying by, instead of jumping aside, he extends an arm thick as my fucking thigh. Deuce doesn't have a chance. With a grunt loud enough that I hear it from here, Deuce drops off the back of his bike and onto the pavement. Then Bear's on top of him, pinning him down.
“Throw him in the pit. I don’t care if he’s sleeping in Scar’s blood. Wild Child? I fucking hate to leave you behind, but I need someone I know I can trust. Take Sledge and Thunder and lock down the rest of the prospects. We don’t have time to play detective. Find out who Deuce’s sponsor is and start asking questions. If anyone causes shit? Gun'em down.”
“Understood,” Wild Child says with a nod, all business. When the shit hits the fan, even he can be serious.
The last one out of the clubhouse is Eagle-eye, on the phone. “I don't care what you're in the fucking middle of. You need to get the hell out. Now!” He jams the phone into his pocket and gets onto his classic machine.
“Screaming Eagles,” he roars in his gravelly bass. “Roll the fuck out!”
27
KAYLEE
I flop my arm over the side of the sofa and rest my chin on my shoulder. “I miss my phone. Don’t get me wrong, this is heaven compared to last time I was in protective custody, but I’m bored.” Nitro raises his hand, but before he says anything, I cut him off. “Not yet. At this rate I'll never be able to walk out of here when we're finally able to leave.”
“Mission successful,” Wraith says with a quiet laugh. The other two chuckle.
Tank wraps a big, protective arm around me and pulls me close. “Truth or dare,” he says suddenly.
“Seriously? I haven’t played that in ages.” I shift a little to get more comfortable. “Who starts? No, wait. I know you guys. No sex dares for at least… three rounds.”
Wraith laughs. “Fine. I’m game.”
“Only three rounds before the fun stuff? Okay. Let's do it.” Nitro grabs a couple of fancy import beers from the fridge and a sparkling water for me. He passes them out and drops into a chair, putting his feet up on the fancy glass coffee table. I think the base is actually gold plated. It just seems impractical in all sorts of ways. And Alessa lived with Izzy here when she was a baby? Maybe they put new furniture in after she moved out.
“I’ll start,” Wraith says with a smirk. “Kaylee, truth or dare?”
“Um… truth.”
“Which one of us is the best looking and why is it me?” he asks as he leans back in the chair and winks.
“No! I'm not going to answer questions that compare you guys. That shouldn't be allowed.” I stick my tongue out at him. “Ask real stuff. We should actually get to know each other, right?”
Tank holds up a hand. “I'm with her on this one. No causing bad blood, and it's no fun if she's just getting set up the whole time.”
“Fine.” Wraith leans in. “Why did you kiss me when we dropped you off the first night?”
My cheeks flare. He remembers that? “You were the one I rode with, okay? And I just thought… You guys were the sexiest men I’d ever seen and I thought I’d never get another chance. So I took it.”
“Shit, I should’ve moved faster and gotten you behind me,” Tank says with a laugh.
“My turn. And I'm going to take every other turn, because you guys already know each other. It'd be three on one.”
Nitro squeezes into the couch next to me, on the opposite side from Tank. It's a little bigger than a loveseat, which means it's getting cozy. “I thought you liked three on one. It didn't seem to bother you last night.”
“Moving on! Nitro, truth or dare?”
He considers it. “Truth.”
“What's the stupidest thing you guys have ever done together?”
“Oh fuck.” Wraith looks at the ceiling while he scratches his beard thoughtfully.
After what feels like an awful long time without getting an answer, I get impatient. “What? Avoiding the question?”
Nitro shakes his head. “Nah, but I’ve known these assholes for a while and… there’s a lot to fucking choose from.”