Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“I’ll take a ride back to Salvation’s Bane.” Sonya braced herself on my back and pushed up, looking back at Mechanic.
I swatted her butt again. “Keep it up. You’re about to write a check your ass can’t handle.”
“I swear to God, Archangel. You smack me one more time, when I get down -- and I will get down -- me and you are gonna come to blows.”
“You know better than to throw down that shit, Sonya.” Rycks leaned over to look at the annoying woman. “He’s just gonna spank your ass again.”
It was my turn to laugh, only I sounded almost sinister. Or coulda sounded like I was turned on beyond belief. I was really hoping it was the former. “That ain’t a spankin’,” I drawled. “Trust me when I tell you she doesn’t want a real spankin’.”
I knew she was only going to continue to be a brat until she got her way. Right now, all she knew was she didn’t want to go with me. Once we got to our destination and I gave her her own space, she’d settle. For a while anyway. Remainder of the day, we rested. Tomorrow, we talked.
Rycks helped me get her into the passenger’s seat in the side-by-side. I stalked around the other side of the vehicle to hop into the driver’s seat.
“Where are you taking me?” Sonya glared at me while she adjusted her seat belt.
“The Oasis. It’ll help you calm the fuck down.”
“Oh no, you didn’t!”
I flashed her a cocky smirk, a look that said I was in charge and found her attempts to pretend she was in charge amusing. “Yeah. I did. Get used to it, little girl.”
Sonya did something unexpected then. Instead of getting even more angry or threatening me or even physically striking out at me, she gave me an assessing look. “Hmm. Might be time to see what you’re really made of, Archangel.”
“Always up for a challenge. Just be prepared to deal with the consequences of anything you start.”
I’d meant to threaten her, but she didn’t look at all intimidated. “I always am.”
Something about the way she looked at me and the grave way she spoke told me Sonya was, indeed, prepared to accept whatever happened from the bomb blast she was about to create. And I had a feeling the fallout was going to be nothing short of nuclear. There was every possibility neither of us would survive.
Chapter Three
Sonya
If I dood it, I gets a whippin…
I remember watching an old cartoon where a “wascally wabbit” was contemplating doing something he knew would get him into trouble. I now knew exactly how the poor rabbit felt because I was in the same situation. And I was going to resist just as hard as the rabbit did. Which was to say, not very Goddamned much.
Archangel took us deeper into the Black Reign property, to a place I’d never been to before. Wasn’t surprising since this wasn’t my club, but as much time as I’d spent here with Caroline and Bella, whatever this place was must be extremely private.
It took us about fifteen minutes of driving. I knew the Black Reign compound was big, but the property must be pretty damned big. I wondered how far from the border of their area we were. I should probably be wondering what the big bastard was gonna do to me, but, honestly, I didn’t care. He wasn’t going to hurt me or my dad would never have given him permission for this. I was about to throw Archangel a curve ball and couldn’t wait to see how he reacted.
The “Oasis,” as he called it, really looked like an oasis. There was a privacy fence around the entire area, as well as three enclosed structures. Two of them looked like one-room cabins, while the other one had walls on two sides and was screened in on the others. Beyond that was a neatly kept pond. The grounds were immaculate. The place was like some fancy, exclusive spa.
“Wow.” I didn’t bother to hide my admiration. “This is some place!”
“This is where I bring people to meditate and reflect. It’s tranquil, and I find it helps set a relaxing mood.”
There was a long silence. Very long. There was so much to unpack in Archangel’s explanation I wasn’t sure where to start.
After what had to be a full minute of us staring at each other, neither of us willing to give anything away, I finally found my voice. “Meditation. Reflection.”
Archangel lifted his chin at a stubborn angle, daring me to say anything further.
Naturally, I did. “I wasn’t aware bikers practiced meditation and reflection. Do your brothers know about this? How about the club whores? Is this some form of punishment? Because if it’s punishment, I’m afraid Imm’a have ta pass.”
“Keep it up. Thorn won’t get the chance to spank you because I will.”