Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“What the hell was I supposed to do when you were running for your life a block away from the club? You’re lucky it was me who followed you out of that bar.” I bite the inside of my cheek. He’s right. I still need to try to get hold of Lexi. Tonight could’ve gone horribly wrong if it hadn’t been Blake behind me.
“Whatever, I wouldn’t have called the cops anyway.” His forehead creases at my flippant response. Like he doesn’t believe me. Or maybe it pisses him off. It’s hard to tell with the way his eyes are narrowing.
“So if Maddox hadn’t caught you and you’d gotten away from me, you wouldn’t have called the cops?”
“Nope,” I answer easily. He looks at me like I’m fucking crazy. I put my bottle down and stare him straight in the eyes. “The police don’t do shit. They wouldn’t help me anyway.” I should know.
“What’s that about the police?” That big, sexy fucker Maddox and their friend Pinch sneak up behind us. Maddox’s rough voice scares the shit out of me, making me jump. I think about his muscular arms holding me against his hard chest and I have to look away to hide my blush when I remember Blake saying something about how they share.
Shit. It can’t be good that I’m talking about the police in an MC clubhouse. I look to Blake but he seems just fine, grinning as he takes another swig. He’s obviously amused at the fact that Maddox scares me. I hope he can’t tell that I’m hot for him too. The thought makes me feel a little guilty. I’m not that kind of girl. Then again, I’m also not the kind that gets fucked outside against a building. Blake turns on his barstool and positions his leg between Maddox and me.
“She was just saying that police don’t do shit,” he states matter-of-factly, not the least bit fazed.
“Why’s that?” Maddox looks at me like he really wants to know the answer. The sincerity in his deep blue eyes makes me feel like I can trust him. I take another sip and decide I can give him an honest answer.
“My ex was a cop. He did some shit to me and when I went to the police, none of them did a damn thing.” I know my voice has dropped a bit and I must have sounded weak. I instantly regret saying the words. I swallow and stare at my beer before taking a sip. It’s the first time I’m actually talking about what happened and it’s harder than I thought it’d be.
Blake’s fists clench and he looks like he’s going to flip the fucking bartop over. “What’s his name?” His voice is hard and it comes out not so much as a question, but more as a demand. I flinch a little at his stern tone and obvious aggression. The grip on my beer tightens, but I try to calm myself down. He’s not Vinny. Maddox and Pinch are quiet and still around me.
“It doesn’t matter,” I say and shake my head then give him a small smile. “It was a while ago.”
He grabs my chin in his hand with his thumb running across my bottom lip and stares into my eyes. He’s searching for something in my gaze and I’m not sure what, but he gives me a small, sad smile followed by a chaste kiss. It’s a sweet gesture and I melt into his touch. When he leans back it’s awkward with the sudden silence. I shift a little in my seat, wishing I hadn’t said shit. Whatever. I take another swig. At least the beer is starting to taste better.
“What the hell do you need the police for anyway?” Maddox asks me with confusion on his face. I silently thank him for changing the subject. I don’t want to talk about Vinny.
“Nothing, I was just telling Blake that if I did get into a situation like what it looked like out there, I wouldn’t bother calling the cops.” Maddox narrows his eyes and looks between me and Blake a few times.
Pinch just lets out a laugh, easing the bit of tension remaining. “If anyone tried to put their hand on you, I’m sure Blake would fuck ‘em up. And then there’s the rest of the club.” He grabs a beer that the bartender holds out for him and pulls up the stool on my left side. “So don’t worry about that, kitten.”
“You too?” Blake asks all pissed off and looking like he wants to beat the shit out of something.
“What?” Pinch asks with all seriousness. Maddox lets out a deep laugh from his chest and puts his arm around my shoulders. I don’t flinch at his playful touch. Instead I find myself leaning into his strong hold. He turns to Pinch, completely ignoring the angry stare from Blake.