Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
I was already irritated from coming to Layla’s rescue when her overbearing mother wouldn’t stop driving her crazy. I’d stepped in and practically dragged her to her seat where her husband waited and ordered him to keep her ass there.
Every patch in my MC was like a brother to me, and that made their old ladies like sisters, so we were all invested in what made the women happy. But I’d always been closest with Rom, and Layla had wormed her way into my heart, becoming the annoying little sister I never had and never wanted. But I’d be damned if some uptight florist ruined her wedding.
There was a short line at the bank, so it didn’t take me long to withdraw the money. I stashed it in the inner pocket of my suit coat—I still had no idea how Rom talked us all into the monkey suits—and strode purposely toward the revolving door.
A woman dashed into one of the compartments, and I quickly slipped into the one behind her as she pushed frantically to get the glass moving. I was in a hurry too, but it didn’t stop me from noticing that she had a spectacular ass for someone so small. Her jeans molded to the perfectly rounded globes, and her long auburn hair fell to just above them.
When fresh air hit me in the face, it broke my focus on the woman. I shook myself, surprised at how my body had reacted to just the back of some chick’s body. Especially when my dick had basically taken a leave of absence a long time ago. Casual sex had never been my thing, and I’d joined the CIA when I graduated from college at twenty-one. Being a spook wasn’t exactly conducive to relationships, then when I left The Company almost two years ago, I hadn’t found a woman who’d interested me. Yet this stranger—the back of her, for shit’s sake—had made my cock stir.
I shook my head, then grunted when I walked into something soft standing in my way.
I glanced down just as the woman hissed and bent over. Her breathing was suddenly labored and recognizing the sound—having caused it often enough during my years as an operative—concern had me rapidly moving so I was facing her.
She was still bent over, her arms wrapped around her torso, and her beautiful face contorted with pain.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” I rasped, trying to focus despite being awestruck by how fucking gorgeous she was. “Are you okay?”
From what I saw, she had at least one broken rib and probably a few bruised ones.
“Yes. I’m sorry,” she wheezed, although her breathing wasn’t as shallow. and color was returning to her pale face. “I didn’t mean to stop so fast. I was looking for…”
Her musical voice trailed off as she straightened, and her gaze traveled up my body, her head falling back so she could look at my face since I practically towered over her.
She doubled-blinked her jade-green eyes, and her mouth parted slightly, conjuring images of her puffy pink lips around my cock. I pushed them away and smiled at her dazed expression, then frowned when she sucked in a breath before wincing.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. My tone was gruffer than I’d intended, but I was already picturing my hands around the throat of whoever had hurt my girl. My girl?
Well, shit. My brothers had been right. The second I looked in her eyes, I knew she was mine. The petite redhead with big tits and wide, round hips was obviously very young—too young for me. I guessed she was at least eighteen, although until I knew for sure, I shouldn’t have been contemplating how to get her under me. But the truth was, it didn’t matter to me. I was going to claim her anyway, even if I had to wait to do it.
When she shook her head and backed up, I worried that my tone and angry expression might be scaring her. But I didn't see any fear when I locked eyes with her. There was confusion, but I was also satisfied by the desire simmering in them.
When she took one more step, her foot got caught on the seam in the sidewalk, and she began to stumble backward. My hands shot out, and I gently clutched her biceps, but I immediately shifted my hold to her shoulders when she whimpered and grimaced.
“What the fuck?” I muttered. I dropped one hand to her wrist and used the other to shove up the sleeve of her sweater. Bruises in the shape of fingertips marred her perfect skin, and I growled as rage built up inside me.
“Tessa! Let’s go.” My head whipped up to see a man who resembled my girl with the same green eyes and auburn hair. He stomped over to her, clearly not even noticing me as he scowled at her and grabbed her other arm, gripping it tight. “Stupid fucking bank,” he muttered as he forced her to go with him in the opposite direction.