Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
I shoved my hands in my pockets as I slowly made my way toward them, a grin stretching my lips as I watched the pink-haired spitfire rip Johnston a new one. The only person I’d ever seen stand up to Johnston was Aaliyah, and that was really because he let her. This woman was either fucking stupid or incredibly brave.
Hell, maybe she was a mix of both.
“You think running your fucking mouth will even get you a foot in the door with me?” Johnston snapped at her, clearly angry now. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but you can get the fuck off my goddamn lot with that bullshit.”
Her upper lip curled in disgust at him. “You really thought you were going to stand there, spout that sexist ass bullshit, and I would remain silent about it?” She snorted and shook her head. “Your elevator doesn’t go all the way to the top, does it?”
I had no fucking clue who this woman was, but I wanted to keep her. Like a shiny new toy, I wanted to own her.
Johnston took a threatening step toward her, but I rushed forward, quickly intercepting him. Clearly, shit had gone on long enough. I pressed my hand to his chest and pushed him back a step. “Okay, clearly you two do not get along,” I said, my amusement clear in my voice. I patted Johnston’s chest. “Go take a breather, man. Let me handle this. I’ll meet you in the chapel in a few minutes, yeah?”
He cast the woman one last pissed-off look, then turned on his heel, storming toward the clubhouse, his boots crunching over the gravel. I turned to face the woman and smiled at her. Holding out my hand, I said, “Blayke. I’m the VP.”
She shook my hand, and damn, I loved the way her smaller, slender fingers felt wrapped around my much bigger, scarred hand. I easily dwarfed her, but she had a huge personality that made her seem much bigger than she actually was.
And I was fucking here for it.
“Noah,” she told me, then looked around me at Johnston’s retreating back. “Is he always such a fucking douchebag?”
I smirked. “Yeah. It’s his entire personality.”
She snorted. “Is his old lady right in the fucking head? I’d shoot myself if I ever married a man like that.”
I laughed. “Aaliyah has that man by the balls.” I jerked my chin toward the clubhouse. “Come on inside. Grab a beer since you don’t seem like the type to drink those girly, fruity drinks.”
“Heeeey,” Geek complained from where he was standing by the open door. He frowned at me as we made our way closer. “I happen to like girly, fruity drinks, asshole.”
I clapped him on the shoulder. “Not surprised, brother.” I jerked my chin toward the bar. “Go on and take a seat. Aaliyah will grab you a beer. Hell, she’ll probably keep you company, too. I’ll go see if I can talk some sense into Johnston.”
She made a sound that was a mix between a snort and scoff as she moved away from me and toward the bar. “Good luck. He’s a fucking pig.”
Aaliyah barked out a laugh as she made her way toward the fridge. “He grows on you,” Aaliyah told her as I forced myself to rip my eyes from Noah’s slender body to make my way to the chapel. My eyes still managed to wander back to her though, and it was a miracle I didn’t walk right into a chair or table.
Johnston was sitting at the table rolling a blunt when I pushed the door to the chapel open. He glanced up at me when I stepped inside, then quickly refocused back on what he was doing. I shut the door behind me, blocking out the rest of the clubhouse. Rounding the table, I dropped into my chair and arched a brow at him.
“So… why don’t we allow women into the club, exactly?”
He grunted. “They’re too fucking soft, Blayke. They can be hardasses all they want, but when it comes to putting someone down, no matter who they are, can they be trusted to do that?”
“Would you trust Aaliyah to?” I countered.
He remained silent, but the look he cast my way warned me I was treading on thin ice. I back-pedaled. The last thing I wanted to do was piss him off to the point he sent Noah riding off into the sunset. I wanted her around. I wanted to give her a chance. My reasoning behind that was purely selfish, but I also thought she might be a good edition.
How many men did we have sitting at this table every fucking morning that could say they’d stood toe-to-toe with Johnston fucking Trimm?
Not many.
“Look, brother, she could be a good edition. She clearly isn’t easily spooked. Most other men here would’ve backed down when you started losing your shit, but she didn’t even budge.”