Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“Yeah, maybe I’ll look into it again,” I tell her, and then look away so I can’t see any more of what she says.
My eyes fall on Isaac’s once more, and he smiles at me. I smile back. Yet again. He is an incredibly striking man, but so is Malakai and I won’t allow myself near him. Scarlett taps my shoulder, and I turn to her. “I have some lyrics in my head, want to see if you can add to them?”
I nod, and she starts writing down her lyrics. She’s incredibly talented like that. She can come up with a song and just write it down, better yet she can sing it as if she was born to do just that. I’m not so talented. I can play the music, I can feel the music, but I can’t write the music. Still, I read her song, and I’m impressed by the beauty she pushes out through her lyrics.
“This is amazing,” I tell her. “I’m beginning to think you really don’t need my help.”
She flushes and smiles. “Trust me, I do. Even if it’s just to make it sound exactly how I want, which I know you playing will do for me. You hear music in a way others don’t, and that’s because you feel it. You’re going to add something to this album that nobody else can. It’ll be incredible.”
I beam at her.
Two bikers fill my vision, and I turn my head to see Mal and Maverick coming into the recording studio, food in their hands. They’ve been backward and forward all day while we’ve been in here working, bringing us food and drink. I haven’t made eye contact with Mal after what happened in the instrument room, and even now, I don’t look into his eyes.
He made me feel things that terrify me.
I could fall in love with someone like him so incredibly easily, and that thought is enough to make me keep my eyes directed downward.
I can hear their faint voices, but I can’t make out what they’re talking about. Scarlett taps me again a few minutes in, and I look to her. “Do you want to go to the club with me tonight? They’re having a cookout and want us to go.”
I look over to Maverick, and he winks at me. I avoid Mal’s eyes. I turn back to Scarlett. “What time?”
She looks over, and Maverick says, “Six.”
I am going to visit Caiden at five, but that never goes long, so I can make it. I don’t know if I should go, but I also know it is the right thing to do. These bikers, and their club have kept us safe when nobody else could, we owe them, at the very least, to go and join in. I nod, and Maverick claps his big hands. “Need a ride?”
He glances at Mal, and I quickly look over to see Mal giving him a glaring expression. Oh, boy. “No, thanks,” I say softly. “I’ll drive over.”
“You’ll drive?” Mal asks, and my cheeks burn.
“Yeah, I can drive.”
“That safe?”
I shrug. “I don’t know.”
“I’ll come and get you.”
I blink. Then blink again.
“No, it’s fine, honestly. I drive every day ...”
“Feel better if you’re not drivin’ at night. I’ll come and get you. What’s your address?”
He’s not budging, I can see it in the firm set of his jaw. When Malakai wants something, Malakai gets it, and nobody is going to argue their way out of it. My heart races and I swallow, then in a soft voice, I reluctantly give him my address.
“I’ll be by at six.”
I nod.
He holds my eyes for a split second longer, then turns, slapping Maverick on the back in an indication to leave, and the two of them disappear. I turn to Scarlett, cheeks bright red and hot. “How did that just happen?”
She smiles at me. “Stop fighting every good thing in your life, honey. He’s looking after you, let him.”
“It’s not his job to look after me.”
She grins. “And it’s not his job not to. He’s doing what he wants. Let him.”
This should be interesting.
I’m sure my mother will just love a biker picking me up.
I put my head in my hands.
I’m digging myself deeper into this hole, and yet I can’t seem to get myself out.
~*~*~*~
MALAKAI
“You got someone?” I raise my brows, looking at Maverick.
He grins, and nods. “Yeah. Met her when I was followin’ Scarlett around on tour. She lives here, and by the looks, isn’t afraid of the streets. I told her to swing by the club when she returned home, turns out she did. Her name is Charlie. Got her number off Koda, who was there when she turned up. She’s comin’ to the cookout tonight. Trust me, she’s the girl for the job.”
“She’s a fuckin’ girl, Maverick,” I mutter, brows furrowing. “How the fuck is she goin’ to dig deep without gettin’ hurt? Worse, how the fuck do we know we can trust her?”