Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“What in the ever lovin’ fuck do you think you were doin’?”
I turn and see Alarick staring at me, panting, his fists clenched. Not only that, I can see the fear in his eyes. I know what I just did was stupid, I know he’s going to tear me apart about it, and I know I deserve it. I didn’t think. I didn’t even realize that someone could be waiting, ready to hurt me. I was worried about Sally-Anne and her poor body, lying in the dirt. I didn’t use my brain, and I know I’m about to regret that.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, still panting. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“You very nearly just fuckin’ died, Briella. Do you have any fuckin’ idea what you just did?”
“Yes,” I say softly. “Yes, and I know I screwed up. I didn’t realize ...”
“When I give an order,” he growls his voice a vicious whip, “I expect every fuckin’ one in this clubhouse to follow it. That includes you.”
“Flick,” I say, my voice pleading.
“Do not fuckin’ speak to me.”
He turns and walks away, his fists still clenched. Tears burn under my eyelids and then burst forth, rolling down my cheeks. I look to Mykel and he sighs, stepping forward and pulling me into his arms. I avoid looking at all the other members staring at me, some shaking their heads, others looking a little more pitying for me. “It’s okay,” Mykel tells me, “He’ll calm down.”
“I didn’t ...”
“I know.”
“I nearly got shot.”
“I know.”
“That was horrible,” I sob, and my voice cracks.
“I know,” Mykel comforts. “Come on, let’s get a drink and sit down, calm down, and wait for Alarick to make orders. Yeah?”
I nod, and we go to the bar and sit down, getting a beer each.
I glance out the window in the far-left corner, knowing her body is still out there.
Knowing someone is watching us.
Knowing I nearly just lost my life.
What the hell is happening?
ZARIAH HENLEY.
Gorgeous.
I have never seen a cop that looks as good as she does, hell, I didn’t even think a woman who has a face like hers would ever even choose to be a cop. Maybe a model? Definitely not a cop.
She’s at least five foot five, and curvy in the right kind of way. She has big boobs, natural, by the looks, and a round bottom. Her waist is tiny. She has the most dazzling green eyes and thick, dark, black hair. Her skin is creamy white and soft, and my god, I can’t stop looking at her.
I feel a good deal like a creeper, but damn.
Even I can see the woman is out of this world gorgeous.
Her eyes scan the room when she walks into the clubhouse, and then settle on Samson for a moment before moving to Alarick who has just come out of his office without looking at me once.
“You have a little problem, I see?” Zariah says, her voice almost sing-song like, it’s so soft and pretty.
Seriously? How is she a cop?
“You’re a fuckin’ cop?” Alarick murmurs, staring at her.
I mean, clearly she’s a cop. She’s all decked out in a cop uniform, and she arrived in a cop car—I don’t think you can just pick one of those up from a rental place.
“Believe me,” she mutters. “You’re not the first person to question it.”
“Gotta know how a girl like you, is goin’ to help a fuckin’ biker gang with a god damned murderer. You don’t look like you could take down my oldest member, and that’s sayin’ somethin’ because he’s fuckin’ fragile.”
Zariah is pissed, you can see it in her eyes. She doesn’t say a word, though. It’s very clear she’s dealt with this on more than one occasion. That much is supremely clear. She turns and the closet person to her is Kendric. She moves so quickly none of us see it coming, and I swear to all things holy, she has him on the ground in a matter of seconds. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life.
My mouth drops open.
Panting, but not a hair on her head out of place, she looks up at Alarick and says, “Now, can we get down to business or are you going to continue to be a sexist fucking pig the entire time?”
Damn, girl.
I think I found my new best friend.
I clap, unable to stop it, and she looks over at me and flashes me a killer grin.
Yep. I like her.
She stands and lets Kendric go, and he glares at her like he wants to throw her on the ground and make her wish she never touched him, but he’s a gentleman even if he won’t admit it, and he’s not going to hurt a woman for no reason. Instead, he looks to Alarick, who is looking at Zariah.
“Let’s talk.”
Alarick turns and Zariah follows him down the hall and into his office, where he closes the door.