Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
No matter what, they were fucking taken care of. If they didn’t like the life, nobody was keeping them there. Most stuck around for years.
“You’re right, you did. But you keeping her around shows you never cared about cheating on me,” she snapped.
He sighed.
Being best friends with Vi, Kyra had been around the Angels long enough—long before she and him ever hooked up—that she knew how the club dynamics worked. None of it should’ve been a surprise.
“Said I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout this shit here. You wanna go somewhere more private, we can head upstairs.” Where there weren’t so many fuckers sticking their noses in their business.
“Why? So, you can try to talk me out of my clothes again? Find someone else to fuck.”
He didn’t have to try very hard to get her out of her clothes last time. But the fuck if he was reminding her of that. He’d like to keep his nuts swinging free between his legs and not have them jammed so deeply into his body cavity they’d need to be surgically removed.
“Want me to find someone else to fuck? Great,” he muttered, then left her where she stood and grabbed the arm of the nearest sweet butt—which, thank fuck, wasn’t Bunny—and dragged her toward the stairs to the second floor.
He heard raised voices behind him all blending together. Again, he had no idea who said what. Could be his brothers, some ol’ ladies, even the rest of the club girls. But, again, he didn’t give a shit what anyone had to say. He was too hyper-focused on making a fucking point due to his rising blood pressure.
She needed to stop obsessing over his past mistake and concentrate on dealing with their future…Ledger.
When he got to the stairway, he stared at the sweet butt without seeing her. He freed whoever he’d grabbed without even caring who it was.
When Bubbles pushed past him, her words barely penetrated his brain. “I’ll go up and wait for you.”
Zeke closed his eyes and heard her heels clicking up the stairs as she climbed.
He considered his options. He could follow the sweet butt to his room and get fucked thoroughly. Or he could stop being a stupid fuck, deal with Kyra’s drama now, and not make it a fuck of a lot worse.
Something he was a pro at.
Goddamn it. He didn’t need to fight fire with fire all the fucking time.
He sucked air in through his flared nostrils, opened his eyes, and twisted his head to do the more responsible thing.
Only, the floor was empty where Kyra previously stood.
She was gone.
Fuck.
He turned and his gaze sliced over everyone in the large common area.
Yep, she was fucking gone and everyone else stared at him, either with amusement, pity, or complete confusion.
He set his jaw.
A second later, Zane went shoulder to shoulder with him, also facing away from the rest of the clubhouse occupants to say quietly, “She left, brother.”
Zeke unlocked his jaws enough to say, “Good.”
“Your face says otherwise,” he whispered. “Might wanna get that under control, brother.”
Wheels came out of nowhere and bumped shoulders with Zeke, saying loud enough for everyone else to hear, “Bitches, amiright?” Of course, he was quoting shit Zeke had said too often in the past, especially when he couldn’t understand women.
Which, basically, was all the fucking time.
Maybe his cousin was only trying to help Zeke save face with the nosy-as-fuck onlookers, but that was the last thing he needed to hear. It also wasn’t going to help him with Ky.
“Shut the fuck up, asshole,” he growled.
As he strode through the clubhouse toward the back door, he recognized Wheels’s chuckle.
Fuck him.
Fuck her.
Fuck everyone.
Chapter Twenty
His sled rumbled between his thighs as Zeke pulled to a stop in front of Kyra’s place.
After shutting it down, he dragged a hand through his hair, only to discover all the fucking knots he’d have to deal with later since he didn’t take the time to cover his head with a skull cap like he normally did.
He hadn’t wanted to waste any time catching up to her. But what he discovered rushing after her had been the actual waste: her Kia wasn’t parked in the driveway.
“For fuck’s sake!”
He pulled his cell phone from the inside pocket of his cut, stabbed at her contact info, then put the phone to his ear.
It rang.
Rang again.
Then rang once more before sending him to voicemail.
Of fucking course it did.
He left a short and to the point message. “Where the fuck are you?” He stabbed the screen, slipped it back inside his cut, and restarted his custom Low Rider.
The only consistent girl in his life has always been the one he currently straddled.
No goddamn bitching, just purring.
No drama, just a smooth fucking ride.
If Kyra wasn’t home, then…
Since Ledger hadn’t been with her and he was too young to be in school, she was probably picking him up from the person watching him.