Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 63194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
He loved Nicole to distraction. He could admit it to himself, but saying it out loud would give her a power over him that worried him. He’d always been his own man and admitting his love for Nicole would change that. But he wasn’t some pansy fucker, he’d pin Nicole down and make sure she knew who owned her. He’d leave no doubt.
He didn’t know how she felt or what her plans were moving forward. She never talked about it. Weren’t bitches meant to hassle men about this shit? Nicole never did. It was one of the reasons he loved her but fuck, he couldn’t get his voice to work the couple of times he tried to say something. He didn’t want to be a pussy and have a ‘talk’, he just needed her to lay it all open and he’d do the same. He resolved to do that tonight, right after he fucked her. Shit, his dick swelled in his leathers thinking about sinking into her tight, wet depths. He’d got to ride his Harley for the next two hours with his dick like a rocket, that shit wasn’t going to be comfortable.
Riding was a big part of his life and he loved every minute he spent on his bike. He couldn’t wait to have Nicole behind him, arms tight around his waist as they rode out with all his brothers, her back showing all those following that she was his property, his old lady. Just before they left he checked his phone. He hadn’t bothered much on this trip as everyone who called him was here and Prez wouldn’t let Nicole have hers back yet. He knew that wouldn’t change until he officially owned her. It was just the club way.
“Hey, Prez.” He shouted over the roar of the Harley’s firing up. “Got a message from that club slut, Helen, saying she needs a meeting with us as soon as we’re back at the compound. Said it’s an emergency.”
He despised Helen now. He never actually liked her at all other than to fuck but lately he had to stop himself from knocking the bitch out. She always hunted him down when Nicole was busy and would try and rub up on him. She’d say shit about Nicole that he knew for damn sure were lies….. How could Nicole be seen lingering outside the office if he was balls deep in her at the time or in the kitchen cooking for him and his brothers? He never took the time or energy to react, she was pathetic. He rolled his eyes at what that stupid bitch would think constituted an emergency.
“Bet your ass it’s some shit that I’m not interested in. Message her saying I want her and whoever else waiting outside my office when we get there. Fuck, I was gonna take Shel and me straight home after picking up the kids, now this shit! Hope Nicole’s got some grub spare.”
Prez was as eager as him to get home. Every brother had complained about going nearly a week without her meals. He loved how much she cared for them all and it shone from her every time she filled a plate. She’d make him a hell of a wife.
******
They pulled up at the compound and he was disappointed not to see Nicole waiting for him. Maybe no one had told her they were on their way back. The thought of sliding into bed with a warm, ruffled Nicole made his dick fill instantly. First, he have to deal with this Helen fucking problem. Club first, always. Prez, Razor, Hollywood, the Musketeers, Kick and Duke walked to the office. Helen stood front and centre with four other bitches looking grim. There was a twinkle in her eye that set his teeth on edge and had his hands fisting. Prez unlocked the door and walked in his office, followed by the brothers and then the sluts. Settling, him and the brothers all eye balled them.
After a few seconds of silence, Prez spat out “This is where you talk.”
Duke was as impatient as Prez. Helen looked confident and smug as she addressed them, putting herself front and centre. The other bitches seemed to be trying to blend into the walls.
“Well, I found something out while you were gone.” Her eyes flicked to his causing his stomach to roll. This wasn’t going to be good. “I overheard Nicole talking in the kitchen when no one was in the room with her. At first I thought she was just insane maybe, but then yesterday morning I caught her with a cell phone.”
Duke was ready to throttle her. He stood without even thinking to. His outrage at her lies wouldn’t allow him to keep sitting. Everyone who was sitting was now standing too, fists clenched, mouths tight. Duke didn’t believe what she was spewing for one second, that didn’t the mean the others wouldn’t.
“You’re talking shit, Helen. I’d think very carefully before you keep fucking lieing.” Duke had to say something. He was seething mad.
Helen hesitated before speaking again. “I’m not lying. I got the girls together and later waited outside the kitchen to catch her out. We heard her on the cell again and when we heard that fat bitch say ‘Wrath’ we flipped that she would betray you guys. We ran in and tried taking the phone from her, she wouldn’t give it up so we all got into a fight and then locked her up.” Her face looked upset but everyone there could hear the excitement in her voice.
Duke lost control. His vision tunnelled and he lunged at Helen. Before anyone could react he was wrapping his hand around her neck, he was ready to kill her. Razor and Hollywood pulled him off and pinned him to the wall. Helen dropped to the floor whimpering and pretending to cry. Prez got in his face.
“I don’t wanna believe this either. We’ll get to the bottom of it right now.” He spun around to glare at the bitches now huddled together in the corner. “You bitches into the bar and don’t fucking think about moving. Kick, stay with them and split them up.”