Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Knowing he wasn’t going to get off the phone in the very near future, I woke Johnny up, fed him, and got him in his pajamas before I sent him to his bed.
“Will you read to me, Monster?” Johnny asked as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulled him close, and rubbed his hair. “Your daddy calls me Monster when I’m not around, doesn’t he?”
Sebastian, who’d just finished his phone call, smiled unrepentantly at me.
“Oh, yeah. He called you his bitch the other day, but he told me not to repeat that. He said you’d get upset.” Johnny told me in his little boy voice; it was so cute I couldn’t keep the smile from overtaking my face.
Sebastian had covered his face with both hands, and was trying gallantly not to laugh. He managed, but only barely.
“I need to drive to the clubhouse for a few. Well, I need you to drive me. I don’t think I can drive by myself yet. And we’ll have to take my truck, because I don’t think I can manage to move his car seat over without hurting myself in the process.”
He looked nervous as he explained his reasoning for needing me to drive, but I agreed, albeit apprehensively.
“You’re going to have to help me. Make sure I don’t sideswipe any cars.” I bit my lip nervously.
Twenty harrowing minutes later, and we were pulling into the driveway of the Dixie Wardens’ clubhouse.
“Wow that was really easy to do. That back up camera comes in really handy!” I said gleefully. “I’m going to have to get one of those!”
Sebastian chuckled as he carefully dropped down out of the passenger seat of his car. “Why don’t you go ask Normus if he can find you that?”
I’d yet to meet Normus. Although, I’d learned, he owned a garage on the outskirts of Benton. He was the resident mechanic, and what I’d heard from Trance, the resident flirt with anything that had a working pair of legs. ‘Working,’ meaning they could spread them on their own, that is. He didn’t discriminate. Big, short, tall, old, young, he didn’t care. If they’d open their legs for him, he’d do them.
“Do you think he has one?” I asked, being completely serious about the fact that I needed a backup camera.
Sebastian ignored the question, and I decided that he was being serious, and I made a mental note to ask him when I saw him. Apparently, he wouldn’t be hard to find, from what Trance had told me the last time we’d seen each other.
Just follow the sexual innuendos.
I forgot all about Normus and his innuendos as soon as we entered what Sebastian liked to call the ‘clubhouse.’
It was nothing more than a glorified saloon. There was a bar along the front wall of the room spanning nearly the entire room. Only a small open space at the very corner of the bar allowed anyone to go behind to the area beyond.
Along the front, there were barstools made out of old motorcycle seats, even going as far as to have license plates on them.
The rest of the place was a mass of mismatched couches, recliners, and loveseats.
The wall closest to me was sporting a screen that dominated nearly the entire wall.
Then there were the men.
Only seven of them in all, but each and every one of them were intimidating.
Two of them I knew. One was Trance, who was sprawled out on the closest couch, a finger curled around the lip of a beer bottle.
He had a bowl of popcorn resting on his stomach, and his eyes moved to us as soon as we entered the room.
As for the other man I knew, that would be Silas.
He stood as soon as we got there, and went outside to retrieve the sleeping Johnny from the truck.
Once he was back, he placed him on the couch in the furthest, quietest part of the room and covered him with a blanket before nodding to Sebastian to follow him.
With one last glance towards me, he followed his father into a hallway behind the bar I hadn’t seen, and disappeared a moment later.
Nervous as hell to be left in a roomful of men I didn’t know, I chose the recliner nearest Trance and sat carefully. It just happened to be the one Silas had just risen from.
I fairly sank into the most comfortable piece of furniture my ass had ever had the privilege of feeling.
“Oh, Jesus. This has to be the best seat ever.” I sighed, sinking into the goodness.
Trance snorted, and a man that was just to my right laughed.
My eyes traveled from Trance to the man, and I just made out the name that was on the front of his cut.
Loki.
My eyes flicked to his face, and I had to control the wince that wanted to take over my body.
He had a visible scar along his neck, from one side to the other that obviously indicated he’d had his throat cut.
The scar itself looked old though. It was white, indicating that the accident had happened quite some time ago.
His hair was dirty blonde and messy. If he didn’t’ have a scar on his neck, he’d look very much like the boy next door.
His face was clean of blemishes, his teeth were white and straight, and his eyes were a beautiful shade of blue.
He was sitting with his thick arms crossed tightly over his chest, bunching the leather of his cut so that just the name on front was visible. The scarred and dirty boot of one large foot was propped up on the edge of the recliner’s footrest, and the other was planted firmly on the floor.
Finally meeting his eyes after my perusal, I was surprised to see a smile on his face.
Looking back at Trance, I noticed that he, too, had a smile on his face.
“What?” I asked him.
“You should ask Silas if you can take it home. I’ll bet he’d let you.” Loki said from beside me.
Chuckles filled the air behind me, making my extremely curious