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Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 10423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 52(@200wpm)___ 42(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
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The door swished open and closed, and I cursed under my breath.

But, what? Go and attend a rich asshole’s party tonight as a tagalong? I wasn’t a tagalong. I’d never been a tagalong, and fuck if I was going to become one.

But because my day was still in the toilet (lame humor), that didn’t mean I couldn’t mess someone else’s day up, too.

I found the drugs, but I didn’t hide them. I flushed them.

Then I went to my last detention of my high school career, and that sucked too.

I wished I hadn’t flushed the drugs.

2

Kess

I was walking to the parking lot when I heard the bike’s engine roar. A moment later, he parked on the clear opposite end of the lot, right next to my own motorbike. He did that on purpose. His head turned, his helmet still on, but I already knew the cockiest smirk of all smirks was on his face as he was watching me come toward him.

Christopher.

How I knew this guy was beyond me.

He transferred in the beginning of the year, and he was barely around. In fact, people really didn’t know he was even at our school and I could get why. He showed up for first period, ducked out, and who knew where he disappeared to until seventh period.

I didn’t know his story. I didn’t know why he was only around for those two classes, how he got exempt from class projects, speeches, anything that might’ve drawn attention to him. But somehow it worked. The teachers never called his name for roll call. They literally skipped over him as if he wasn’t in the classroom, and after a month of whispering from the girls and weird looks from the guys, they all accepted it.

It helped that he didn’t say anything.

It also helped that he didn’t linger after class. I’d never seen him talk to anyone. He showed up in the morning, went to class, left, and repeated the process at the end of the day. Did he have a locker? I hadn’t a clue.

But I did know he was gorgeous.

Dark hair that he liked to run a hand through and pull on so the ends were a sexy mess. Then there was the square jawline. It always looked as if he’d done just a quick buzz over his jaw for the whiskers, and he let it go until the night again. And his face, nice and hella smoldering.

Seriously. It wasn’t fair.

But he had the clearest blue eyes, and that’s what gave him away. He didn’t know I knew where he got those blue eyes, and that little fact kept my mouth shut. I didn’t say one word about the secret I did know about Christopher Raith, besides his name and how him just waiting on his motorcycle gave off this intense pulse in the air.

He was sizzling.

He was also Red Demons royalty.

Red Demons. The fast-growing motorcycle club that was starting to take over not just California, but Nevada, New Mexico, Colorado, and all the way north from Montana to the south where rumors were circulating they were going to start moving into Texas.

Yes. This gossip I did listen to, mostly because my uncle was a Red Demon, and he’d stayed with my mom and me earlier in the year for a month. He hadn’t said why he was here, but him showing up, then Christopher Raith popping up in class the next day seemed too much of a coincidence to not be connected.

My uncle never said a word, and I knew he wouldn’t. He just grunted he was there on ‘MC business’ and that’s all we got.

The other thing I knew was that Christopher knew I knew who he was.

But we’d never spoken a word to each other.

I was almost to my bike when he turned his engine off.

He stood up, and I stopped about ten feet back.

I guess the whole ‘no talking’ thing was about to end.

3

Kess

He sat back down on his bike, stretching his legs out. One hand rested on his thigh and the other on his handlebar. He was still wearing his helmet. He sat there, staring at me.

I stood there, staring back.

Neither said a word.

We were in a standoff, but yet we were speaking a whole lot. I was feeling the vibes in the air. They were strong, rippling back and forth between us, and my whole body was heated from the inside out. I felt feverish, and the strength it was taking to not break was a strain. A big strain.

I was going to break soon.

But, man. He had a helmet. That wasn’t fair.

Finally, I flicked my eyes up. “Can I see your helmet?”

He stalled. I was guess that’s not what he expected from me, but he reached up and took it off.

Goooood, those eyes. That face. That mouth.

I didn’t have words. No guy who was MC royalty should be as pretty as him. A model, yes. Actor, yes. Even a punk preppy, and I had to admit, some of those looked decent. They weren’t my cup of tea, but a girl could appreciate a nice face, nice physique, and what was promised to be a six-pack underneath a certain shirt.


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