Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
You don’t have confidence and swagger that practically drips from you unless you have the dick to back it up. I have no doubts Dragon is hung.
“Man Mansion, huh?” I’m amused by this. This whole MC is so different than the Roaring River MCs. Like characters out of a comic book.
“That’s my nickname for it. Koyn hates it. He calls it, and I quote,” she says deepening her voice, “‘the compound.’”
The compound.
Man Mansion does sound better.
“Is he always a dick?” I ask, picking up a silky top.
“Always. Without fail.” She grins. “It’s because he lost his wife and daughter. They were murdered.”
I gape at her. “Murdered?”
“Yep. It’s totally hush-hush, but everyone knows. I wouldn’t bring it up if I were you. He gets a crazy look in his eyes sometimes and it scares me far worse than Dragon ever could.”
“Are you in love with Filter?”
My question must catch her off guard because her smile falters and her eyes dart to the side. “Yes. Of course I am. Just gotta convince him I’m good enough to be his old lady.”
I’ve been around Magna long enough to sniff out liars. It’s what he was best at. I had to become the best to outsmart him. Tell my lies and believe them as truths.
“Hmm,” is all I say.
“I could fuck Dragon if I want. And believe me, girl, I want. Just to see what he feels like. To see if he’s as wild in bed as he is in real life. It could be fun.” Her brows knit together. “But I’m not here to have fun. I’m here to be with Filter.”
Stepford wife, much?
And I thought the bitches my dad knows and runs around with were bad.
“They kidnapped me,” I tell her boldly. “Killed my boyfriend and everyone I knew.”
Her gaze darkens. “Did they…touch you?”
No, that was my boyfriend and his dad.
“Not like that. No.”
Relief floods her features. “Good. I…I did not want to deal with that today.”
“How exactly were you planning on dealing with it if it were the truth?” I challenge, curious about this woman.
She plasters on a fake smile. “I’d whip their asses. Now put on something cute and fix your face. Bermuda and I went to the store. Got all kinds of fixins for the Q.”
“Q?”
“Barbeque, baby. Everyone’ll be here. It’s the best part of the month because I’m included and not treated like an outsider.”
“Who is everyone?” My heart rate picks up as I ponder my escape plan. If I can slip into someone else’s car, maybe I can ride on out of here.
“Family and friends. The Tulsa Royal Bastards chapter is small. Probably one of the smallest. Koyn is super fucking paranoid and doesn’t let just anyone patch in. It’s also why this joint’s not overrun by club whores. Not sure why I got the free pass, but I’ll take it.” She waggles her brows. “Must be all the anal.”
I snort. “I wouldn’t brag about that.”
“Why not?” she asks, clearly offended.
“You want them to keep you around because you let Filter put it up your ass?”
She shrugs. “It’s my claim to fame.”
A giggle erupts from me and she smiles happily at my response. “Fine. I’m ready to get out of these clothes anyway. And if I’m going to be a prisoner, at least I can be a hot one.”
“Then, maybe Prez can get laid for once.”
I scowl. “I’m not fucking that psycho. Besides, I remind him of his daughter. That’s what I gathered anyway.”
Her head cocks to the side. “How old are you, hon?”
“Eighteen.”
“Too young, baby.”
“So I’ve been told by Dragon. But don’t worry, I’m not planning on sleeping with anyone, especially Koyn. He’s old.”
Stormy cackles. “Oh my God, bitch, don’t let him hear you say that!”
“He acts like he’s my damn dad, so I’m sure he already knows. How old is he anyway?”
“Late forties, I think.” She stretches out on the bed, her boobs nearly falling out of her tank. “He’s a tough nut to crack. I flirt with him every chance I get. Since Filter doesn’t want to claim me as his old lady, I figure maybe it might do Prez some good to get laid. He never bites, though. Maybe he’ll bite you.” She smirks. “Though that’s kind of a huge age gap and kinda weird.”
I don’t tell her just last night I sucked Magna’s dick and he’s hella old. I’m not a schoolgirl virgin. Age means nothing in the MC world.
“I’m not sleeping with him. Ever.”
“Just swear you won’t bone Bizzy. We so can’t be friends if you have sex with that idiot.”
“I’m not having sex with anyone here.”
“Not even me?” she purrs, waggling her brows.
“Especially not you. I don’t have a dick, anal girl. You’re on your own.”
Her giggles are infectious and I find myself feeling lighter for the first time in a long time, which makes zero sense considering my past twenty-four hours.