Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
She nods her head at me and it’s only then that I realize I’ve been holding my breath waiting on her to agree. I don’t know why I’m so worried. If I tell a prospect, he wouldn’t let her leave. I realize now that I want her to want to stay.
Fuck, my mind’s fucked up right now.
I start to walk out of the room, only because it’s killing me to stand next to her like this. I need a few minutes to myself. I need to figure out where my head’s at.
“Wait, where are you going?” she asks me.
I turn back around to face her. “To find a room.”
She sits down on the edge of the bed. “Do you think I killed him?”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her I fucking hope so, but I stop when I see the sadness on her face. I sit down next to her. “No, I think he’ll be fine.”
“Do you think he will really come and find me? You know… for revenge.”
When she raises her head, I can see the fear in her eyes. Yes, I know him or his club will not let
this go. Something will come of it, but she doesn’t need to know all the gory details. “You saved me back there, Madison. I know you ain’t used to this kind of life, but doing that, helping me back there, well, it may make me look like a pussy, but it puts you under club protection. No one is going to mess with you.”
She nods her head at me. I can tell by her face that she doubts my words. I would give anything to convince her she’s safe.
I stand up and walk over to the dresser, pulling out one of my shirts. “Here you go, sleep in this. We’ll figure out more clothes tomorrow.”
She takes it from me and lays it on the bed next to her and reaches for the hem of the shirt she’s wearing. She starts to tug it up and like a man starving with a steak in front of him, I start to drool. She stops mid motion and points to the wall. “Can you turn around?”
Reluctantly I face the wall, and the sound of clothes coming off has me itching to turn around. If I was any less of a man, I would ignore her request and watch her, but I won’t do that to her. I want her to trust me.
“Okay, I’m good,” she calls out.
I turn around and she’s folding her clothes before walking over to set them on the dresser. I watch her ass shake under my shirt and my cock stiffens in my pants. I have to get the fuck out of here.
“Where are you going?” she asks me when I have my hand on the knob.
I don’t even turn around, just lean my head against the closed door. “I was going to let you get some sleep.”
I can hear her take a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Will you stay with me… just a little longer?”
I can hear the need in her voice. I lift my head and nod, turning around. “Sure. Go ahead, get into bed.”
I watch her ass as she climbs into my bed and burrows under my covers. I imagine if I was in the bed with her we wouldn’t need the covers. The bed would be scorching.
I flip the light off and walk over to the other side of the room. I tug my boots off and lean back in the chair.
“What got you here, Brick? Why a motorcycle club?” she asks me in the darkness.
I expect to hear judgment in her question, but I can’t hear it. All I hear is curiosity.
“I was in the army. Our president, my brother Sniper, was in too. We saw so much while we were there.” I take a deep breath. “When we got out, we had trouble adjusting to everyday life. We started the club together. We bought a few businesses in town, and before we knew it, there were other men, ones that had the same moral code as us, but couldn’t adjust to their lives like before. We built this brotherhood. They may not be my real brothers, but to me they are.”
My voice is husky as I talk about it. I never talk about my time in the service or my problems adjusting afterwards. I usually just ignore it when people ask me.
4
Madison
“That’s amazing, Brick,” I tell him honestly.
“Why?” he mutters.
The darkness makes me feel safe, more open to talk. “Because you made your own family. One that accepts you for who you are, one that stands by you. Not everyone has that.” My voice is thick with emotion.
“What about you, Madison? Why are you working at a bar? Do you have someone at home that will be worried about you?”