Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
And Wraith? They’d doubled the figure to make him bigger than the others. His bulk loomed over everyone else.
“Where’s Razor?” Street asked.
After checking to make sure Razor was still out of sight, Honey lifted a figure from her lap where she’d obviously hidden it from her Daddy. She pressed a finger to her lips as she showed the miniature doll to Street.
Yep. That was Razor. He wore a white paper towel coat that featured a plastic bandage on the back. In his hand, the doctor held a rolled-up tube with carefully drawn lines around it—a thick thermometer. They’d even glued one of the small lollipops to his free hand.
“So, you did create my mini me,” Razor said, appearing behind Honey, who jumped in surprise.
“How did you….” Honey blurted and stopped, realizing she had given herself away.
“I came through the rear door,” Razor said as he plucked his likeness out of her hand. “Not bad. I’m handsome. You must like me.”
“I love you, Daddy,” Honey told him quickly.
“And I love my mischievous Little girl.” Razor leaned over to kiss Honey gently. “What do you say, Street? Want to go have trash can nachos with these two?”
“Is going out safe?” Rosa asked.
“No Ravager would dare come onto Devil Daddies MC turf. Besides, they’d have to get by that brute,” Street said, pointing out the hulking Wraith in the lineup.
“Wait until Winnie, Caroline, and Angel see our artwork,” Honey crowed. “Oh no. We should have done a Diablo.”
“Lucien’s busy tonight,” Razor told them. “You can create him next time. I bet the guys are going to be lined up asking you to make them next.”
Street’s stomach growled loudly. “Got everything closed, Razor? I’m ready to snack on Scythe’s chicken if we don’t go grab some food.”
Honey gasped and looked terrified. “No way! You can’t eat Patches!”
“I haven’t even met him yet!” Rosa protested.
“Patches and Fluff are safe. Inferno will create some non-poultry food for me,” Street reassured his Little girl. He glanced up at Razor. “Did you text the others?”
“They’ve already pushed tables together and put in two orders for the crowd. Let’s go.”
Chapter 13
In the early hours of the morning, Rosa’s eyelids snapped open. The silence scared her. With her heart beating loudly, she closed her eyes to slits and scanned the darkness, checking for a threat. Slowly the terror faded to allow her to grasp where she was.
Rosa slid her fingers over the blanket draped over her to find the embroidered patch. The Devil Daddies MC had created this magical, protected space. She pulled the soft material up to her chin as she turned over to face Street. The man who she’d saved from the Ravagers slept soundly next to her with Inky claiming the pillow space above his head. Moving carefully, she retrieved her stuffie and hugged him to her chest. She studied his handsome face, considering how much he’d changed her life.
Hanging out with everyone at Inferno last night had been a blast. Struggling to survive for the last few years since she’d run away, Rosa had worked at least two jobs at all times since she’d had to support herself. That didn’t leave any time for friends or money to waste on junk food. Walking home or to work, Rosa had passed people her age laughing and having fun. It had seemed so alien to her to have the opportunity to enjoy life when she struggled so hard to survive.
Uncomfortable at first, Rosa had clung to Street’s hand. The other Littles had drawn her into the conversation, pretending they didn’t notice anything wrong. Caroline, Honey, Winnie, and Angel had ordered frozen margaritas with salted rims. She’d hesitated to share that she didn’t want alcohol, but Street had spoken to her quietly. When he’d ordered a virgin frozen strawberry daiquiri, they’d changed their orders to join her without a fuss. The bartenders even made a whole pitcher of the festive pink mixture and sent the treat over as a second round with the guys’ beers.
Rosa had protested she didn’t want to ruin anyone’s fun, and they could have margaritas without her, but the women had confessed the limey concoctions usually had a negative effect on their tummies. They seemed happier with the nonalcoholic one. Their Daddies definitely approved of that choice.
Now safe and happy next to this amazing man, Rosa couldn’t have imagined her world would change so much after risking warning him. She pinched herself to make sure this wasn’t an elaborate dream. Her gasp woke Street.
“Dinorosa? Are you okay?” His low voice was husky with sleep. His hand swept under her blanket to rub over her shoulder and down her arm.
“Sorry. I was just making sure I wasn’t hallucinating all this.”
“What?” he asked. “Are you not feeling well? I can call Razor.”
“No, Daddy. I’m not sick or imagining things. Really.” She paused a minute before asking, “Are you sure you want me here? I’m sure the Ravagers have stopped searching for me. I could head out of town.”