Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“What time is it?” I ask, letting him think I’ve dropped it.
“’Bout time to go. Darlene is already here,” he answers as I grab his hand and slip my fingers between his.
“Awesome.” I smile up at him. “Let’s do this!”
His own sexy lips curling up with a hint of a smile, Coy begins to lead me out of the room.
I let him lead me all the way up to the door before I yank my hand back.
“Oh, I forgot my purse!” I say and make a quick dash for the mirror before he can stop me.
“You won’t need—” he starts to say then curses, “Shit!” when he realizes what I’m doing.
Twisting my back to the mirror, I glance over my shoulder and feel a cold fury wash over me when I read what it really says on the vest.
I shriek. “Are you fucking serious?!”
The Royal Bastards patch is there, oh yes. But above it and below it, instead of saying Royal Bastards, Louisville, like Coy’s vest, it says Property of Coy.
I start to shrug out of the vest. “I’m not fucking wearing this, you fucking bastard! Property of Coy?! Are you fucking kidding me?!”
“Oh, you’re fuckin’ wearing it,” Coy says as he stomps up to me and grabs the front of the vest to keep me from taking it off.
“I am not!” I insist and slap at his hands, trying to get him to let me go. “I’m not your fucking property! Oh my god, do you know how fucking demeaning this is? Is this really what you think of me, Coy?”
“Yes,” Coy says, gripping me tight and ignoring my slapping hands. “You’re mine, Allie.”
My eyes want to fill with angry tears as I glare up at him, but I hold them back because I don’t want to ruin my awesome mascara. “Fuck you, Coy. I’m taking this shit off the first chance I get.”
“Oh, we’ll be fuckin’ later, that’s for sure,” Coy says with a smirk and an evil gleam in his eyes. “But I fucking swear if you take this vest off, I will blister your ass red.”
I gasp then suck in a shrill breath, ready to unleash on him.
“Fuck, woman. It’s not meant to demean you,” he growls in frustration. “It’s actually the fucking opposite. It’s done in respect. The property patch protects you.”
I feel some of the steam go out of me, but I still narrow my eyes at him. “What do you mean it protects me?”
His grip loosens and his own face begins to relax. “It lets every motherfucker around know that if they fuck with you, they’re fucking with me and the Royal Bastards.”
Still not completely convinced this stupid vest is necessary, I ask, “But don’t the other guys in the club already know that?”
His expression turns smug for a moment as he says, “Yup,” then quickly darkens. “But visitors come through all the time. Visitors who might not know and try to touch what’s mine. Then we’d have a fucking war on our hands.”
God, I knew Coy was possessive, but this is some whole other level type of shit.
“A war?” I scoff. “Are you serious?”
Letting go of the vest, Coy digs his fingers into my hair and pulls me close. “Deadly fucking serious. I’ll kill any motherfucker that touches you. I don’t give a fuck who it is. And if my brothers see anyone touching you… they’ll fuckin’ kill ‘em too.”
“Jesus, Coy,” I gasp, not sure if I should be getting as turned on as I am or not. “Fine, I’ll wear the vest.”
“Good fucking choice,” he grins and moves in for a kiss.
“Lipstick!” I screech at him and shove at his chest.
Coy makes a sound of annoyance in his throat, but I keep shoving at him and straining away from him until he lets me go. “Dammit, woman.”
“Dammit, Coy,” I snap right back at him and turn back to the mirror. “You messed up my hair.”
I catch the reflection of his smirk behind me. “I’m gonna mess up a lot more than that…”
Rolling my eyes, I fix my hair as best as I can, then give the vest one last look over. I understand why he wants me to wear this, but it still pricks my pride a little.
Then a light bulb goes off in my head.
I spin around to face him. “Do they make protection patches for guys, too? Will you wear a vest that says Property of Allie Cat?”
Coy gives me a look of horror. “Fuck no. I’m not fuckin’ wearin’ a kutte that says that shit.”
Deflating, my shoulders slump and I pout. “You suck.”
Chuckling, he slides his arm over my shoulders and pulls me into him, leading me out of the bedroom. “You’ll get used to it.”
“Yeah, uh-huh, sure,” I grumble. “Get used to you sucking? Or get used to feeling like you pissed on me to mark me?”