Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
One day soon, I’ll get Lucretia and I away from our violent and vicious half-brother.
But until then, my hands are tied, and I am at his mercy.
CHAPTER 13
Lars
“So what you’re telling me is there is absolutely no trace of her online?” I stare at Bram, our tech wizard, in complete disbelief.
We’re in the security room at the front of the clubhouse. In here, it’s pretty high tech, with rows and rows of monitors live streaming from all the cameras set up around the property.
Beside him, Gambit, our head of security, sits with his arms crossed, constantly monitoring the screens. In a few minutes, the prospect will relieve his post so Gambit can go back to the party.
Bram’s fingers fly over the keyboard in front of him as he talks. “Using the CCTV footage we have of her, I ran it against our face recognition software but couldn’t find one thing about her online. No social media. No articles. No nothing.”
“Well she’s not a fucking ghost.”
“According to the internet she is,” Bram says.
“All right, give me Cheezy’s address. I’ll go wake up the fucker and find out who she is. He brought her, he must know something about her.”
He sends me a location to my phone.
I wasn’t going to pursue her identity until she came looking for her watch. But something in my gut tells me there is more to this girl than meets the eye, and I want to know what it is.
“You know Cheezy, he’ll bring in any random hoping to impress the girl out of her panties,” Gambit says, his eyes still on the screen.
“This girl isn’t a random. I don’t know what it is, but she was up to something.” With meticulous detail, my mind peels through every minute I spent with Ella. From the moment we spoke to when she rode my lap and made me hard as fuck.
“What about the DMV?” I ask Bram.
The DMV is heavily protected with layers of cyber security. But Bram can hack into almost anything.
He shakes his head. “I already checked and there is nothing.”
“Who the fuck is she?” I mutter to myself.
“Well whoever she is, she just snuck into the clubhouse,” Gambit says, pointing to one of the screens in front of him.
I shift my gaze to the monitor and there she is, my little firecracker with the juicy ass and the sexy lips I can still taste, sneaking into the front door like the little spy I think she is.
Grinning, I walk toward the door.
Time to find out who this little devil is.
CHAPTER 14
Ella
Getting into the clubhouse is easier than I thought. The party is still in full swing. Music drifts out from the clubhouse bar and down the driveway where I’m walking in the shadows. Along the way, I encounter a couple having sex. He’s a biker on his back, and she’s riding him like she’s on the back of a bull.
Further up, a biker leans against the wall, his head dropped back while a girl with wild red hair and pigtails sucks his cock.
When I walk past them, I catch his eye, and he winks at me. “Wanna join the fun, honey?”
The girl turns to look in my direction and his cock falls out of her mouth with a plop. She smiles. “You can help me blow him, then we can eat pussy, if you want.”
Oh boy.
Remember, act like you belong here.
“Maybe another time.” I give them an appreciative smile and keep walking.
Nearing the clubhouse, I keep my eyes peeled on the ground, looking for a wink of light from the diamonds on the watch face, but it’s nowhere outside.
Which means it’s inside the clubhouse.
Damn.
The stairs leading inside are only a few yards away. But before I can take the first step, someone calls out to me. I turn around and find two women eyeing me suspiciously.
“Do I know you?” the one with wild shieldmaiden hair says, narrowing her icy blue eyes at me. She’s wearing a pair of tight jeans, an even tighter T-shirt that looks banging on her, a pair of knee-high boots and a leather jacket. Her gaze sweeps me up and down. Like she knows I don’t belong here.
“I…I was here earlier?”
She tilts her head and narrows her eyes.
“Are you telling me or asking me?” she says, taking slow steps toward me. She moves like a lioness in the wild, right before she rips apart her prey from head to tail. “So what is it, a question or are you telling me?”
“I… um—”
Jesus, who is this woman?
“Oh, I remember you,” the woman beside her says with a big smile. She turns to the scary Viking queen and adds, “She was with Lars earlier tonight.”
She steps forward and offers me her hand. Her wrist is covered from hand to elbow with bracelets, and jangles like Santa’s bells. “I’m Luna and this is Annika.”