Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Mayhem picked it up and tossed it back. He gestured for another.
“She’s different. Makes me feel different.” Mayhem couldn’t even explain it himself.
“Ain’t no pussy worth that kind of drama, man,” Fury said. They stared at each other for a second. “Unless you’re claiming her as an old lady, I’m not sure why you’re telling me this. The club doesn’t get involved in personal matters, Mayhem. You know that.”
Mayhem looked at the bar. Yeah, he knew that. He was the VP of the club, second in command, but whatever it was about Butters that made him go out on a limb with her and her business had him acting out of character.
He was obsessed with her, with having her, he admitted that, and the thought of anyone else touching her, fucking her, had this rage moving through him.
“By the look on your face and what you’re doing with this girl, sounds like it ain’t just about ass, Mayhem.” Fury poured them round three, and without responding, he took his glass and tossed the alcohol back.
“I’m not asking anything more from the club than letting her work the bar for the next week.”
Fury knitted his brows.
“She doesn’t want anyone thinking she’s a whore. Not sure why she gives a fuck,” he shrugged, “but I agreed.”
“Hey, she wants to be the club bitch and serve drinks, I don’t care.” Fury stared at him for a long while.
“What?” Mayhem asked.
“You want her as an old lady, you know the club has your back.”
Mayhem nodded. “I know, but I don’t know how I feel about all this shit.” He ran a hand over the back of his neck. “I just want to get the money to the Cardonas and be done with them.”
Damn, Mayhem was already thinking about Butters as more than just a lay, and he didn’t want to go down that road. He didn’t need a woman in his life, didn’t need an old lady. He was content fucking females. Pussy was just that and nothing more. He didn’t need a woman who had his back.
If a brother wanted a woman, treated her right, and knew that having an old lady meant a hell of a lot of responsibility, then more power to him. But Mayhem had never seen himself with anyone like that in his life.
His twin and the club were the only things important to him.
Yeah? Then why the fuck are you going to such great lengths to help Butters out? Why give her that chunk of change just for some pussy?
“How do you plan on getting a hold of the head of the Cardonas?” Fury asked.
“I got the information I needed from Nate, Butters’s brother.”
Fury nodded and clapped him on the back. “Well, I’m here, and so is the club.”
Fury finished off his shot and left Mayhem alone, thinking about all the shit he was getting himself into and exactly how far he was willing to take this with Butters.
Chapter
Ten
“This is your place?” Butters asked, knowing she sounded shocked but not able to help herself. It had been a full day since she’d been taken to his MC.
Although she’d thought she’d be staying within the club, had assumed as much, Mayhem had told her to “grab her shit” because she was going to his place.
They’d driven about twenty miles away from the club, and when he’d pulled onto a dirt road and stopped in front of a one-story house, she was surprised that it was actually very nice and homey in appearance.
“Yeah, why? Not expecting me to have something that didn’t have the ground littered with beer bottles and used condoms?”
She felt her face heat but would answer honestly. “Yeah, actually.”
He grunted and climbed out of the driver’s seat of the truck they’d taken. Her backpack was in the back of the truck, and she climbed out and rounded the tailgate to grab it.
“I should have brought more,” she said to herself as she grabbed her bag.
“Why?”
She looked over at Mayhem, who leaned against the side of the truck, no emotion on his face. “Because I have, like, two changes of clothes in here for an entire week.”
He moved closer to her. “Baby, you aren’t going to be in many clothes, if any, when you’re at my place anyway.” He took the bag out of her hand. “I wouldn’t worry about that too much.”
She stared at him, her mouth hanging open in shock at how blunt he’d been.
“Baby, if you’re shocked about that, this week is going to ruin you,” he said and looked over his shoulder, his sunglasses still in place and that damn smirk on his face.
Clenching her teeth because he kept calling her baby and even more so because she liked it, she followed him into the house. It smelled a little stale, like the windows hadn’t been opened in far too long. The curtains were drawn, and when he walked over to them and pushed the material open, dust floated in the air.