Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
But she’s right about one thing ... the club might.
I TAKE A SHAKY STEP toward the front gates of the King’s Descendants MC lot. It’s exactly the same as I remember it. Not a thing has changed except the bikes are newer and there seem to be a whole lot more of them now. Signs all over the fence announce exactly who they are and warn that intruders will be dealt with. It’s not a place you’d just walk into, but for me, it’s just part of a world I am familiar with.
It’s not scary.
It’s just home.
I push the gates open and walk toward the main house, the massive place that I’ve experienced so many things in my life. From my first party, to my first kiss, to losing my virginity at eighteen right there in the big shed. Memories flood my mind and my heart aches at the remembrance of what I went through here. God, so much. So damned much.
Dust swirls around my feet as I get closer to the house, and as I do, the front door opens, and I can’t help but grin as one of my favorite club members walks out. Tall, oh so tall, with wild dark red hair and creamy skin, eyes that are as green as emeralds and tattoos that make him stand out in any crowd. Mykel.
I’d go as far as saying he was my best friend, even though he’s a good six or seven years older than me. He was always Alarick’s friend and so it made sense he was patched into the club when Alarick took over. Why wouldn’t he be? He fits right in.
“My eyes must be mistakin’ me because there’s no way, no fuckin’ way that you’re standin’ here right now.”
I grin and raise a hand to block off the sun so I can see him better. “You’re seeing me right, it’s me.”
“Fuck me down. Briella. Get over here.”
I rush forward and up the two front steps and when I reach him, he launches me into his arms and hangs onto me so tightly I can’t breathe. Tears burn under my eyelids as I realize just how much I’ve missed them all, and how damned stupid I was to leave without giving them an explanation.
When Mom died, and everything went down with King and the club and the horrors that surrounded it, I honestly thought I was better off without them. Up until this point, I guess I tried to convince myself of that, but now I’m here I realize that I was wrong. These people are family, and I’ve been away from them for too long.
Mykel puts me down and looks over me, his eyes scanning every inch. He’s handsome, he always was, of course, but now he’s a man. He has filled out to be an incredible male, someone that most women would go to their knees for. Hell, if I just met him, I would, too.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice now husky and deep. “Fuckin’ beautiful. You grew up real nice, kid.”
I laugh. “Well thanks, I’d like to think I’m doing okay in the looks department.”
He smiles. “You look just like your momma.”
My heart aches, and I’m reminded of just how much I miss her. I’m reminded of the events that took her life. I’m reminded of the turmoil that came after it. I’m reminded of all the horror that was unleashed. “Thank you,” I whisper.
“Never thought I’d see you again, but I’m glad you’re here. Why are you here, if I might add?”
“I can’t find Magnolia, and I’m starting to get worried. As much as I hate to ask, I need Alarick’s help. Something is wrong, and I need to find out where she is.”
“Mag’s, hey?” he rubs a hand down his chin. “Haven’t seen her for a few months, to be honest. She don’t come around here much. She never did like it.”
“No,” I laugh. “She certainly didn’t. The princess and the frog, her and I, am I right?”
He chuckles. “Nothin’ frog like about you, darlin’. Nothin’ at all. Now get inside, I know those men are goin’ to be glad to see your pretty face.”
He turns us and we walk inside the club house.
The moment we step inside my whole heart feels like it’s going to explode. The same pool tables, the same bar, the same chairs with the same old men sitting on them. Everything, except the few women strutting around, is the same. Everything. My eyes move to the two men standing at the bar, deep in conversation, and my heart explodes. Samson and Kendric. The other two that I got along with so well. The two that make up the five men that became my whole world.
I rush over without thought and wedge myself right into the middle of them, throwing my arms around their big waists, shocking the absolute shit out of them. A few gruff-like grunts and a moment of hesitation, and then they realize just who is hanging onto them like it’ll be the last time I ever see them. I tip my head back and look up at them, a huge smile on my face, and within minutes, they’re smiling the same smile.