Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 131888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
And that cut declared the most recent arriver was a Demon.
Nox focused intently on the biker climbing off the Harley in an attempt to identify him. He held his breath and did his best to keep the binoculars steady as he waited for the man to turn enough so he could get a better view of his face.
He would recognize most members of the Uniontown chapter due to the endless hours of watching recorded and live feeds from both The Peach Pit and the Wolf Den, so he hoped like hell he’d recognize this one, too.
“What the actual fuck?” burst from him when he could finally see the biker’s face.
It should come as no surprise, but it still had Nox’s brain spinning with the possibilities since the man who just arrived was also well-known to the task force and a few members of the BAMC.
The target on this biker’s back was almost as large as T-Bone’s, but not by much.
Saint.
Or as Mel and Sapphire lovingly called their former boss… Saint the Taint.
Now it made sense why T-Bone still walked the Earth. Saint had T-Bone’s spineless back.
Those two fuckers were most likely making money without Viper knowing it. Because if the Deadly Demons’ prez was aware that a former prospect and a current member were using the club’s meth to drug women, all so they could pimp them out and make money…
He doubted the president of the Deadly Demons would let that slide.
Nox could be totally wrong.
T-Bone could still be a prospect.
And maybe those fuckers weren’t skimming meth from the Demons’ supply.
Or Viper could be totally aware of this enterprise.
Maybe.
But Nox sure as fuck doubted it.
Chapter Thirty-One
“I’d love for you to meet my boys.”
Holy shit, did she just suggest that?
When Nox’s head turned on the pillow, his handsome face was marred by a deep frown. “What?”
Should she pretend she hadn’t suggested that? Or simply go with it?
The man loved kids—of course, not in a questionable way—so, it might do him some good to hang out with hers for a little bit. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt her boys to spend some time with him.
They needed more good male role models in their lives. She loved her father to death, but he wasn’t the best role model. However, he was good at keeping them in line and to teach them, with the way he treated his wife, how to cherish a woman. However, his cohorts were definitely not the greatest role models.
She did not want her boys following in her father’s footsteps when it came to his MC. She hoped when they became adults, they chose to follow the law over lawlessness.
Because of that, Nox hanging with Keenan and Devyn could be a win-win all the way around.
Even better, if they all got along, it could ease the idea of Nox staying over at her place.
Eventually.
If this connection between them continued.
Because so far, neither seemed to be in any rush to end things. In fact, they were settling into a routine.
At Wednesday night grief group, Nox always sat to her left. Did he ever share with the group? No. But at least he listened. Kind of.
Afterward, they’d head to a motel for some extracurricular activity.
Not the one they first went to—the motel where something or someone spooked him—but one north of Shadow Valley, on the outskirts of Pittsburgh.
It was a longer drive, but Nox made it worthwhile.
He paid every time, too. When she offered, he shot her a dirty look like she had insulted him. That made her throw up her hands and let him pay, even though she earned a lot more money than he did, and these hookups were getting costly, since they were starting to meet more than only Wednesday nights.
Every time they did, she’d hint that she wouldn’t mind shouldering some of the financial burden and, like clockwork, he ignored her.
One benefit to inviting him over was, it didn’t cost a dime for them to “boink” in her rent-free bedroom. Another was so she could bring him into the fold of her family and see how the boys interacted with him. See if they would accept him as a permanent fixture in their lives.
Just in case he stuck around.
“I met your boys, remember? That day I met your father.”
“How could I forget? I meant come over for dinner. Hang for a little bit. Watch a movie with the family.”
One side of his mouth pulled up. “That’s it? A movie with the fam?”
Her head jerked back in mock offense. “Officer Lennox, what else do you expect?”
“You writhing and moaning underneath me.” His expression got serious. “Have you brought any other men home before?”
“Well, that’s a loaded question.” One she didn’t expect from him.
“I’m only asking because of your boys and if they’re used to men coming over. I don’t care how many of them you boinked.”