Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Scythe comes from old-fashioned country life. His word is his bond, and he challenges any wrong he encounters. Lying to Scythe is not a good idea. When he spots a heavily made-up woman wearing an obvious disguise, he knows something’s up. Why is she pretending to be someone she isn’t?
Winnie Bradley can’t believe she made it into Inferno after being turned away by the bouncer twice for being too churchy. So what if her clothes don’t flash all her body parts? Or any of them. Tonight’s borrowed outfit is too drafty to be comfortable. She just needs to broker a deal for her stepdad’s collection before her nerve evaporates. If only that hot biker wouldn't scowl at her!
The members of the Devil Daddies MC will risk all to secure two special acquisitions and women with a Little side
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Chapter 1
Please let this work. Please don’t let me run into anyone I know. Winnie slid out of her eleven-year-old sedan and smoothed down her borrowed dress. The evening air whisked through the gaps between the straps, making her shiver. She rolled her eyes. Of course Belinda would consider this to be a complete outfit. Winnie forced herself to walk away from the safety her car offered.
“You can do this!” she told herself sternly.
“Baby, in that dress, you can do anything,” a male voice assured her.
Winnie turned to see a man leaning against his motorcycle, smoking a cigarette. He could snap her in half with one arm tied behind his back. She waved a hand nervously and skittered past, almost rolling her ankle as she tried to balance on the borrowed, sky-high stilettos.
A line had already formed at the entrance of Inferno. Joining it, she restrained herself from correcting those who jumped ahead of her to join their friends. These are not second graders you need to teach, Winnie.
She struggled to keep from touching the itchy makeup Belinda had piled on her face as she slowly advanced to the door. Please don’t let that giant man turn me away again!
Crap! He’s there. The doorman stopped checking IDs to kiss his girlfriend. Maybe Winnie could scoot around him while he was distracted. She ran into his powerful arm as he blocked her. Crap! Now he’d never let her in.
“ID,” a rough voice demanded.
Winnie glanced up to see another Devil Daddies MC member had stepped in to screen people. Gathering her courage and donning the bored expression Winnie saw often on her stepsister’s face, Winnie extended her license. He gripped the small card in his hand and looked back and forth between her picture and her person.
“Not cool,” the regular doorman growled after ending his kiss and turning toward the door. He held out his hand to take her ID from the other biker.
“Wraith,” his girlfriend said as she patted his massive thigh.
He scanned her image and her face several times as well. When he opened his mouth, Winnie could tell he was going to send her away.
Her already fast heart rate skyrocketed. She had to get to Lucien. He was the only one who could help her.
Suddenly, the burly doorman looked at the curvy woman at his side. She nodded, and after a slight hesitation, he handed back her ID.
“Welcome to Inferno. Don’t cause trouble.”
“No, sir. Thank you.” Winnie clutched her ID and ran as fast as her high heels would allow her into the crowd. A sign caught her eye near the door, and she raced to the women’s restroom and escaped into a stall to recover. Collapsing on the toilet, she forced herself to slow her breathing. She’d made it inside. Getting to Lucien was the next challenge.
After carefully patting the panic sweat from her face so she didn’t screw up her makeup, Winnie emerged from the stall and washed her hands. The other women in the bathroom chatted and added fresh layers of lipstick over their already red lips. They greeted her as if she were a regular, complimenting her on her dress and shoes. Winnie appreciated their kindness. It helped her restore her bravery.
Winnie emerged determined and in control. Staring at the interior of Inferno for the first time, she paused to take in the vast space and the crowd. No wonder they had no problem turning people away. It was packed. The dimmed lighting filled most of the area but there were two main bar areas lit by spotlights and glowing neon signs. One area held tables where a lot of people ate. A dance floor extended from one side with an elevated DJ booth. Immediately, Winnie wished she had come to enjoy herself.
That thought reminded Winnie of her mission. Tugging at her short dress, she forced herself to focus and walked forward into the crowd. She ignored her wobbly step in the heels. I can do this.
She scanned the dimly lit interior of Inferno. Male and female bartenders put together drinks behind a huge winding bar. No flashy tossing of bottles or smoking cocktails in this place. Inferno seemed to specialize in beer and frozen drinks with whiskies and other hard liquors.
When a server walked by with a huge tray, she asked, “Where can I find Lucien?”
The woman shook her head. “You don’t.”
What did that mean? Winnie stared after her as the server adeptly wove through the boisterous partiers. Winnie lifted the scant fraction of an inch more she could rise onto her toes and scanned the crowd. If she were the boss of all this, where would she hide?
“Why do you want to see Lucien?”
The barked question made her jump. Winnie came down on the heels and wobbled. She reached out to grab something to stabilize herself and regain her balance. She met the man’s accusing eyes and blurted, “You scared me. You should talk nicely to others.”