Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Despite the shit going down, literally in my front yard, I’d been momentarily stunned when the silver Mustang convertible pulled up and a curvy redhead exited the car. I hadn’t been interested in women in a long time, so my swift and violent reaction to her was even more shocking.
She had pale skin with sexy-as-fuck freckles scattered everywhere that my tongue itched to trace. Piercing green eyes, high cheekbones, and full, bitable lips made my cock twitch. Then my eyes dropped to take in her hourglass figure with generous tits, round hips, and thick thighs…my mouth had watered, and my pants had grown overly tight.
She looked a lot like her sister, Molly, and going by her age, I assumed she was Dahlia.
Since we were in the middle of a fucking standoff with the man stalking Maverick’s old lady, I hadn’t had much time to appreciate the view. However, I’d known immediately, without a doubt, that this woman was mine.
Mav and I had seen Dahlia creeping up behind the insane man with the gun at the same time. Considering the gun was to his woman’s head, I knew he would be in a dilemma about what to do next. He didn’t have to make a choice, though. Dahlia belonged to me, and I would take care of her from now on.
After I got her safely behind her car, I made sure to keep her in place and out of the line of fire. Then when the motherfucker was dead, I stupidly left her alone when Blade called my name.
I whipped around at the sound of the Mustang’s engine and scowled as I watched it hightail off the compound.
Without another thought, I ran to the garage and climbed onto my Harley, intent on chasing Dahlia down. Although I hadn’t seen her yet, I’d overheard her conversation with Molly, when she stated her intention to hide out from her dad in Europe for a few months. That was definitely not happening.
A hurricane was headed up south, causing a fuck ton of rain as I headed out of Tennessee. It had shifted unexpectedly and was headed straight for Atlanta, so if I didn’t catch her before she made it on the plane, I’d be stuck waiting out the storm—which would test my patience and probably result in dead bodies—before chasing her around another continent.
In order to avoid those outcomes, I had to make sure I was headed in the right direction. I had a hunch that Dahlia wouldn’t use the closest airport if she was on the run. Before I left the compound, I sent a prospect to find one of our enforcers, Deviant. He was our resident computer expert…or as other people liked to call him, hacker. Not as good as Grey—a Silver Saint and a freak of nature—but he came close. I needed him to track down Dahlia’s flight information.
Not more than ten minutes into my ride, I had gotten a text on my watch giving me the airport—I’d guessed right, thank fuck—the airline, and the flight number. I hadn’t been far behind her, and traffic wasn’t as much of an issue for motorcycles as it was for cars, so I did my best to beat her there, even with the rain slowing me down.
My father and Mav’s had founded the Iron Rogues, and we’d grown up in the club. Though we’d both worked our way up from prospect, like any other member. Before that, we went our separate ways for a while but remained as close as brothers.
I hadn’t always intended to take over for my dad as president. My mom died when I was a teenager, and since she’d always dreamed that I would go to college, I earned a degree in finance from Princeton University. Numbers made more sense to me than people, especially after growing up as the son of an MC prez.
After graduation, I went to work on Wall Street, following the most common path for someone with my IQ and degree. I was known for my skills, but I was also considered wily—which was how I eventually got the moniker “Fox.” It didn’t take long to put a few million dollars in the bank, at which point I admitted to myself that I was bored as fuck and went back home.
Once I patched, I earned the job as MC treasurer, using my skills to keep the club and its businesses flush. Eventually, Mav returned and patched as well, so when his dad retired and mine followed suit, we were voted into our current roles. It was always useful to throw people off guard when they realized I was wicked smart, a complete nerd, and a bit of a neat freak—Mav’s words. But I’d been schooled on martial arts and weapons from a young age, so they would eventually see that I was as lethal and ruthless as any other member of the Iron Rogues.