Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
I narrowed my eyes at Bryan. “You heard her.”
“This isn’t gonna go how you think it is.” Releasing my arm, he smirked at me. “You should’ve just given me what I wanted without kicking up a fuss.”
Free of his hold, I stomped over to the door, flipped the lock, and yanked it open. Patti shoved past me, and as soon as she spotted her son, she shrieked, “I knew it!”
“I’m sorry, Mom.”
I whirled around, shocked that Bryan was so quick to apologize for what he’d done, but I was stunned to see that he’d yanked open the top three buttons on his shirt and ruffled his hair. Patti arrived just in time to make sure nothing happened—thank goodness—but Bryan proceeded to lie his butt off.
“I was trying to let Blakely down easy, but I never should have let her drag me into her bedroom.” He shook his head with a rueful sigh. “I don’t know how, but I must’ve given her the impression that I was interested in her as more than just my foster sister. She wanted to, umm…you know…umm…”
The jerk had the nerve to pretend to be too embarrassed to explain how I hit on him when he was lying through his teeth.
“What?” I shook my head. “That’s not at all—”
Patti didn’t let me finish explaining before she gripped my arm in the same spot where her son had grabbed me. I winced and cried out, but she didn’t care that she was hurting me. “I should have known that you would try to get your filthy hands on my boy. I tried my best to raise you right, but it was already too late when you came to us. Dirty biker sluts like you don’t know any better than to use your feminine wiles to try to get what you want. You’re not going to ruin my son’s life on my watch. Pack your stuff and get the hell out of my house.”
“But you said I could stay until after graduation,” I protested.
“That was before you tried to seduce my baby boy,” she hissed. “You have ten minutes before I call the police and tell them you’re trespassing.”
“Told you,” Bryan murmured as he strutted past me.
Nine minutes later, my heart was heavy as I stumbled out of the house that I had called home for the past six years. I had no plan for where to go since I’d expected to stay for five more months. Unlike most kids in the system, my foster parents hadn’t been in a rush to kick me out when I aged out. Not until their jerk of a son got butt hurt and wanted me out of their house. On freaking Christmas Day. Barely a week after my eighteenth birthday.
After I tossed the last of my bags into the back of my truck—which I treasured because it was the last time I’d really felt as though Storm cared about me—I climbed into the driver's seat and rested my head against the steering wheel. “What am I going to do?”
Checking into a decent hotel wouldn’t be easy between my age and lack of a credit card. And I couldn’t call my dad because the jail had specific hours when prisoners could use the phones.
Bryan stepped onto the front porch, crossing his arms over his chest as his lips curved into a smirk. The part of me that was my father’s daughter wanted to get out of my truck so I could go kick his butt, but I knew it wouldn’t accomplish anything except for me getting arrested. I needed somewhere to sleep…but not badly enough to wind up in jail.
Pressing my lips together as I heaved a deep sigh through my nose, I started the engine and backed out of the driveway. I drove aimlessly for about an hour before it finally dawned on me where I could go.
The Westland Riders’ VP, Jagger, was running the club since my dad couldn’t do it from jail for the long term. But from what he’d said during my visits—which I’d had to keep a secret from my foster parents—the guys refused to replace him because they continued to think of my dad as their true leader.
I hadn’t been around any of them much since he went to prison because Patti was not a fan of bikers, but that didn’t mean the club didn’t still see me as family. If I showed up at the gate of the compound where I’d spent so much time growing up, they would take me in.
If Storm had kept the promise that he’d made to me all those years ago, I’d have another option. But he hadn’t been there for me since he’d gotten out of the military. Heck, I’d barely spoken with him over the past two years. So much for not leaving me alone just like everyone else in my life had done.