Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“Get your fucking hands off her!” Sandy snaps, God bless her.
“Relax!” The gross guy chuckles, pulling me closer. “She don’t mind, do you, sweetie?”
I open my mouth to speak, but before I can, I see Sandy’s eyes go wide again. This time, I’m not even able to turn around to see what she’s looking at. What I do see is her jaw drop like a young Brad Pitt just walked into the bar.
“Holy shit…” she mutters.
The bar goes quiet, and all I hear is the sound of heavy boots approaching, thudding across the old hardwood floor. They stop at our table, and a familiar voice growls, “Get your goddamn hands off her. Now.”
My heart skips a beat.
Holy shit.
Finn.
3
FINN
Jayne’s is pretty packed tonight, and I can feel everyone’s eyes on me. I ignore them and glare down at the scumbag with his arm around my woman. All I care about right now is her.
Mira Coolidge.
My cop buddy ran her plate an hour after she left. I wasn’t shocked to find out who her parents were. It made perfect sense given the Benz, the watch, and the wardrobe. What doesn’t make sense is how this bastard in front of me thinks he has the right to put his arm around her.
This princess belongs to me.
“Get your hands off her,” I repeat, my voice lower this time.
The prick looks up at me, and I recognize him immediately. His name is Stan, from the Smoke and Skulls, a biker gang that was almost completely wiped out by mine, The Heartless Bastards, a few years back.
“The fuck did you say—?” he starts to snarl but stops when he sees the patch on my jacket. His face hardens, and he lifts his arm off Mira. My heartrate slows slightly, but I’m still tense, my fists clenched and ready.
“That’s right,” I growl. “Get up and get lost.”
As he stands, he sucks in a deep breath and puffs his chest out like he’s not intimidated. But he fails miserably. I’m at least six inches taller than him, and in way better shape. He simply can’t hold a candle to me, and everyone here knows it.
“Fine,” he says as he backs away. “Take her. She’s probably a royal pain in the ass anyway.”
I want to mash his teeth in for speaking about Mira that way, but it’s best not to make a scene and get myself thrown out. I’m here for her, and I can’t see her if I’m busy dealing with the cops.
I keep my eyes on Stan until he’s back at his table with the other Skulls, then turn to Mira’s friend, who’s looking at me like she can’t believe what just happened.
“What’s wrong with you?” I grunt. “Aren’t you her friend? How are you gonna let that skeeze-bag grope her like that!?”
“Fuck you!” Her friend scowls.
“Don’t you have pepper spray or something to protect yourselves?” I’m furious. How can these two be so vulnerable when guys like Stan are around? “The world isn’t a nice safe place like in the sitcoms.”
I should have been here to protect her—
“Hey!” Mira snaps, standing. “Don’t talk to my friend like that!”
Again, her beauty almost levels me. Her scent causes my lust to skyrocket. My rage for Stan has me redlining. I need to calm myself down before I explode.
Mira’s eyes are narrow as she glares at me. I can see the mess in her makeup I made when I busted all over her gorgeous face and marked her as mine. My cock jerks as I think about how incredible it will be to spread her open and spray my seed inside her. Christ, I wonder she could still be a virgin. For some reason, I’m just getting that energy from her.
“As a matter of fact,” Mira’s friend says, standing and doing her best to look scary and failing miserably. “Why don’t you get the fuck out of here? I mean, thanks for the help, but—”
“I save her ass and you don’t even invite me for a drink?” I ask, eyeing Mira, who begins to shift uncomfortably. After a moment, she purses her lips and slowly nods.
“Okay,” Mira replies. “That’s true. Finn did me a favor. We probably owe him a drink for that.”
From this above angle, I get an eyeful of her cleavage, and it takes all my self-restraint not to just slide my hand down her shirt and cup those beautiful tits. I bet they’re so firm and perky. After she left the shop, I was killing myself for not getting my hands on them when I had the chance. I guess I just wasn’t thinking straight. I was too focused on getting her off.
“Yeah, let’s buy this random guy a drink,” Sandy scoffs. “I’m sure when your fiancé finds out about that, he won’t have a shit-fit.”
My chest burns, and my body goes tense.