Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
“I can do that,” she agreed. “I think you’re a little nuts to get so worked up. I threw you a pair of scissors. I was saving my life too.”
“Bullshit you were. You made yourself a target so Merrit would turn the gun away from me to you.”
She pressed the cold cloth over her eyes a little harder. “Maybe you’re right, Keys. Whatever you think about me, just know I feel that way about you. I know you’re protective, but I am as well. I have no idea what we have together, but I do know you’re important to me.”
“I also need you to be very brave and come back to Caspar with me. I managed to get a call through to Code, I told you about his abilities on a computer. He patched Czar in and they’re coming for us. We’re going to have to hold out when the Headed for Hell club comes for us, and they will. They’re closer, and they’ll swarm up the mountain. We have to lay low and ride it out until Czar brings the army with him. Then we have to get you somewhere safe.”
“We talked about it,” she reminded him, clearly not wanting to talk about it again.
“Yeah, we did. I want your word that you’ll go with me. You were out of it before. I don’t want you changing your mind at the last minute and accusing me of taking advantage of your head injury.”
“You are taking advantage by insisting I give you my word.”
“The only thing preventing me from shaking you until your teeth rattle is that brain injury.”
“Are you always going to threaten me with physical violence when you don’t get your way?”
“No. As soon as you’re feeling better, I’m applying those lessons firsthand.”
“I’d roll my eyes, but I hurt. I’ll go with you, but I’m going to be telling you I told you so. For some reason, you’re okay with me. I can pretty much guarantee they won’t be.”
“We’re a motorcycle club for a reason, Lyric. We live free. We make our own rules. That means we don’t judge others, we just live our lives the way we want.”
“Yep.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“I was just wondering how it’s going to work. Me home, keeping the house clean while you party at the bar and go off with your hundreds of women? That would at least earn us gossip. Is this going to be a learning experience for me? Am I supposed to go to the bar with you and find men to entertain so we can compare notes later?”
She sounded amused, but he wasn’t. At all. Not in the least. The silence stretched between them. Tension rose until one could have cut it with a knife. He waited. He wanted her full attention.
She pulled the cool cloth from her eyes and looked at him. Her gorgeous green eyes had red spots in them. She looked a little like a broken raccoon with the black-and-blue swelling. But he definitely had her full attention.
“I want you to hear me very clearly, Lyric. Be very clear. You will not be picking up men. You do and that man is dead. I don’t give a fuck who he is. He puts a hand on you or you’re pissed at me and decide to see what kissing someone else feels like, you’ve signed his death certificate.” He couldn’t sit there, not with the adrenaline rushing through his veins. He got up and went out of the cave, pacing away until he could get himself under control.
What the fuck was she thinking saying something like that to him? He’d done this to himself. In order to reassure her, he’d spilled his guts to her like a fuckin’ pussy, and now she was going to disrespect him because she didn’t have one iota of fear of him. That was going to change in a big way. She wasn’t going to run the show and lead him around by his cock. Or worse, his heart. He didn’t have a heart. He didn’t want one, and if he had one, he wasn’t giving it to a woman.
He paced a good distance away from the cave and began to hunt for firewood. He might as well work off his temper. The problem was he needed sex. He’d gone a long time without, and it would take the edge off if he found a woman he could fuck hard and dirty, get himself off and things would go back to the way they should be.
He was on shaky ground letting a woman in. He knew better. He’d had a hundred lessons, and each one was branded on his soul. He couldn’t let this happen, whatever “this” was. Because it was tearing him up. He didn’t like the way she could tie him into knots and turn him inside out. It wasn’t comfortable and it wasn’t him.