Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 66480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
I gave a happy sigh, letting my eyes slide closed. “Not sure I could leave right now if I wanted to.”
His warm chuckle seduced me even more. I liked hearing him happy so it was easy to stay wrapped in his arms and just…doze.
I shouldn’t stay here. Shouldn’t get too comfortable because in no world did this situation work out for me. Not like I wanted anyway. I needed to get the hell out of here and come clean to Ghost. I hadn’t done anything wrong at this point, but only because of technicalities I knew Bloody Jack wouldn’t care about.
I looked up at Rocky. In sleep, he looked far more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. It was easy to forget all my good intentions. I needed to get dressed and leave. If I accidentally pilfered through his shit in the process of looking for my clothes and found the damning evidence I needed, so much the better. Right?
I could have gone for it. Could have maybe found the patch or something else connecting him with the Copperheads or any other club. But I didn’t. Instead, I closed my eyes and snuggled closer to Rocky, letting myself drift.
Tonight, all I wanted was this. To lay in the arms of a man who looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and fucked me like he couldn’t get enough of me.
Chapter Eight
Wren
Abuzzing noise dragged me from sleep. My phone vibrated against the nightstand, the screen casting blue shadows across the ceiling. I blinked, disoriented, Wren's warm body still curled against mine, her breathing deep and even. The phone buzzed again, insistent. When I managed to focus on the screen, I growled in frustration. "Copperhead SAA" flashed across the display. Shit. Talk about bad fucking timing.
I glanced at Wren, her purple hair splayed across my chest, her face peaceful in sleep. One arm was thrown possessively across my stomach, and for a second, I considered ignoring the call. But that wasn't an option. Not with Shank. The Sergeant at Arms didn't call at — I checked the time — three forty-seven in the Goddamned morning for a friendly fucking chat.
Moving with deliberate care, I slid out from under Wren's arm, replacing my body with a pillow that she hugged against herself without waking. The loss of her warmth hit me immediately, but I had bigger problems. The phone buzzed a third time as I grabbed it and padded silently to the bathroom.
I closed the door behind me before turning on the dim night light then the overhead fan. In the soft glow, my reflection in the vanity mirror looked like I’d spent the night fucking a supremely passionate woman. There were scratches on my thick, bare shoulders and what looked suspiciously like a bite mark just beneath my collar bone. Under any other circumstances I’d puff my chest out in pride. Now, all I felt resembled guilt a little too closely for my peace of mind.
"Yeah," I answered, keeping my voice low.
"Fucking finally," Acid's voice rasped through the speaker. "You dead or just balls deep?"
I gritted my teeth. "What do you need?"
"Meeting's been moved up. Everyone at The Pit tomorrow at noon instead of Friday. We got some... merchandise arriving earlier than expected." The way he said "merchandise" told me everything I needed to know. Another shipment. More girls. My stomach twisted.
"I'll be there," I said, keeping my tone as flat and unemotional as possible. I glanced back toward the door, picturing Wren asleep in my bed, innocent and trusting. The irony wasn't lost on me.
"Other job's still on for Saturday night. Make sure your shit's in order. We need that warehouse secured before the main shipment comes in."
I clenched my jaw. The "job" was securing a secondary location for their trafficking operations. There had been a couple of close timing issues and Acid wanted an alternate drop off. I'd been stalling, feeding bits of intel to Vittorio, trying to build enough of a case to take the whole operation down at once instead of just disrupting it. Sounded like I was out of time.
"Got it. Anything else?" I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath before I lost my temper. My tone came out too sharp and Acid could be a prickly bastard.
"Yeah. Vex has been asking questions about you."
My grip tightened on the phone. Vex was the club's enforcer, a psychopath who enjoyed his work too much. I waited a couple of beats to see where the bastard was headed with this. When he didn’t answer, I growled at the other man. “Well? You gonna enlighten me or make me stand here the rest of the Goddamned night?”
"Where you came from. Who you knew before. The usual shit when someone's climbing ranks as fast as you." Acid paused. "I told him you checked out."