Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
“Planned on going. But I’ll need wheels other than that bike, Crew.”
“Pussy.”
“Call me what you will, asshole, but I value my fingers and toes. And my nuts.”
“It might not look good if you roll up in a cage.”
“I don’t give a fuck. The tip of my dick turning black from frostbite might not look good, either.” He ignored Crew’s laughter. “So, find me something with four wheels and heat. Nothing fancy. Just reliable.”
“I’ll see what I can do. Report back after you go to Uniontown tomorrow night.”
“Now that I have my boot in the door, do you want me to stay clear of The Plant?”
Crew’s sigh filled Decker’s ear. “Probably for the best. Call in for the meetings. The runs are pretty much over for the year due to the weather, so you’re good there. If you need to come in for anything else, just wear a disguise. I’m sure Valee Girl has a pretty pink princess outfit you can wear. Make sure it has sparkles and a matching tiara.”
“If you want to fantasize about me in a dress, just say so, Crewser.”
“Nah. I’m still getting mileage out of the video of Finn stripping on stage.”
Decker pulled the phone away from his ear when the line went dead. Crew was known to end a call with no warning.
It was late anyway, and he still needed to sit down and write up his daily report while the trip to Moundsville was fresh in his mind.
Since he was Decker’s sponsor, Rowdy had come out to retrieve him, then escorted him through the building. He was instructed not to wander around or touch anything until after the vote. Once Decker was voted in, he could relax and socialize on his own. If he wasn’t given a prospect rocker, he’d have to leave.
“How long do I gotta stay after the vote?” The long ride to Moundsville sucked in the cold weather and the later the evening went, the worse it would be heading home.
Rowdy had chuckled and bumped Decker’s shoulder. “This might not be the gig for you if you can’t even last an hour ‘round here. Tonight’s gonna be tame compared to other nights.”
Great. “I was more worried about the temps, but as for the rest… I might have to be eased into this lifestyle.” It definitely wasn’t his scene. And never would be.
He preferred to stay on the right side of the law.
“We’re all diehard bikers here, brother. Our sleds are more important to us than our ol’ ladies. Get used to ridin’ when it sucks ass.” Rowdy leaned in closer and dropped the biker speak. “There are days when I go home and it takes soaking in a warm bath to defrost. But you didn’t hear that from me…”
Decker snagged his work laptop off the nearby dresser and searched for the TV remote. He might as well get comfortable and catch up on some recorded shows while writing his report.
But before he could shed the clothes he had worn tonight, small feet racing down the hallway at the speed of light made him pause.
His eyes landed on the patches laid out on his bed. He snatched them up and stuffed them into his top dresser drawer just as Val barreled through his open bedroom door and screamed, “Daddy!”
She started calling him that once she began talking. Most likely because she mimicked other children calling their fathers the same and assumed that was who Decker was to her since she hadn’t known any other male figure.
He didn’t know who Val’s biological father was and Decker’s father had taken off when he was ten, leaving his mother to raise him and his sister Amelia on her own. Because of that, Val didn’t have any other uncles or a grandfather.
Decker was it.
Maybe he should’ve corrected her and made her call him Uncle Owen, but he didn’t.
And now he didn’t want to.
If that was wrong, he didn’t want to be right.
Val meant the world to him. And if anyone hurt her or tried to take her away from him, he’d burn that same world down.
His baby girl didn’t tackle him like she normally did. Instead, she leapt onto his bed and began bouncing up and down like it was a trampoline.
He grimaced every time the headboard whacked the drywall.
Should he stop her? Of course he should, but she was wearing her nightgown with colorful unicorns on it and every time she jumped, it billowed out and her giggles gave him a rush of endorphins.
Unlike earlier when he stood in the middle of a one-percenter MC with his asshole puckered.
Even after the shittiest day, he could come home and Val would make it better.
With each bounce, she gained more height and he knew what was coming next, so he prepared.
Once she gathered enough energy, she launched herself at him and he caught her in his arms with a grunt, then swung her around, making her squeal and laugh even harder.