Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
"And Enzo?"
"Enzo is pretty fresh out. He's working for Rhodes up in the city. You also got Tig to deal with too."
"Tig? From Sawyer's team?"
"He's who finally tied down Kenz," Cash supplied. "He's pretty protective of Reese as well."
Three.
I had three brother figures to impress.
See, I didn't have any experience with that.
I'd never dated anyone, so it never factored in.
And while I loved my sister and would torture and murder the shit out of anyone who hurt her, Wasp had never been the kind of woman to allow the protective-older-brother shit. She had very plainly informed us when she was of-age that who she dated - or who she hooked up with - was absolutely none of our business, and she would not tolerate us trying to intimidate any of them.
"This is why she hasn't talked much about them."
"Yeah," Cash agreed. "But it's time to have that talk. You know, before they find out on their own. Now, let's go save her from the rest of the guys who are probably swarming by now. Ree is too fucking nice to tell them to fuck off."
He wasn't wrong either.
When we stepped back in, she was standing with her back to the bar, clutching a bottle of water in her hand, her thumb desperately picking at the wrapper as she fake-smiled at something that Sugar said to her.
"Alright, back off," I said, moving in beside her, my arm going around her lower back, pulling her against my side.
"There had better be a good reason for that," she whisper-yelled up at me, eyes shooting daggers. Being surrounded by strangers - especially male strangers who wanted to talk to her - was Reese's personal version of hell.
I gave her a squeeze. "So your brothers used to run Third Street, huh?" I asked, trying for casual because I knew it was a heated topic for the both of us.
At the words, she jerked back like I had somehow struck her with them.
FIFTEEN
Reese
Shit.
Yes, this was one of those rare occasions where that kind of language was called for.
Shit.
Yep, it even deserved repeating.
See, I knew I would have to tell him eventually. Of course. Actually, it was in my plans after I met his people, especially his brother. Reeve had been absent from the swarm of men that had come up to me.
And they had swarmed.
Like bees to a blooming flower.
It was weird.
I was so used to being invisible that I guess I never really realized how much I truly depended on that.
Because I was wholly unprepared to have six men close in on me at once. To be fair, they all offered me kind smiles and introductions.
"Baby girl," the dark-haired, grey-eyed one I had met at She's Bean Around greeted me first. "We've met. I'm Sugar."
"Like 'how you get so fly,'" I agreed, though I still didn't have the slightest clue what that meant.
"I never did catch your name."
"Reese," I offered, giving him a smile that in no way reached my eyes.
"And, mami, we met too." That was Roderick, who had introduced himself almost as soon as I got out of my car, seeming to materialize out of nowhere. Ninja skills, that guy had. Plus, he was stupidly good-looking. He was the perfect face (and body) for some hot, steamy, latin love story.
"Roderick," I agreed with a nod, taking a breath, finding a small bit of comfort in at least knowing some peoples' names, as odd as that was.
"And, pet, I'm Virgin," another of the men said, drawing my attention both because his voice was a deep, hypnotic sound, but also because the word 'virgin' caught my attention. I turned to see another of Cy's biker friends from that night in the coffeeshop - a tall, solid, dark-skinned, dark-eyed man with absolutely perfect chiseled bone structure.
Yep, I decided right away, he could be a leading man as well.
"Nice to meet you," I forced out even though my mouth felt dry as sandpaper at having to be the absolute focus of their attention.
"Honey," I heard from behind me, half-turning to find the man Cash had sicced on me, Lazarus, reaching across the bar, holding out a much-needed bottle of water. "Breathe," he added, giving me an encouraging smile as I twisted off the top, and took a small sip.
I took in a deep breath as I noticed someone else watching me. "Hey love," he said as soon as my eyes fell on him.
And, well, yeah, he would totally make a good leading man too. What was it with these bikers? How were they all so good-looking in completely different ways?
This man had a voice that was meant to melt panties. It was all rocks and glass and deep and, ugh, yeah, it was good. The looks matched too. He was foreign-looking, though I didn't know enough about that kind of thing to place it. He had long, dark hair that he kept up by the crown of his head, and a beard to match. He was tall. And while he was strong, he was not quite as large as some of his associates. Actually, he had a body similar to Cy's - built, but thin.