Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“Wylde, reach out to another Tzars chapter.” I didn’t know the man speaking, but everyone looked at him when he spoke. “See if you can find a club who’ll take her.”
“What?” Jezlynn looked shocked, then angry. “You can’t kick me out, Sting!”
“I’m not. I’m getting you transferred. The only reason I’m sending you away instead of ending you is because you’ve proven loyal to the club for the years you’ve been here.”
“I was here first, Goddamnit!” Jezlynn screamed. “Even before you became a full member, Sting!”
“Yes. You were. Before you became a club whore, you were a lost girl on the streets. Tzars took you in. Thing is, there are very, very few members of any Tzars chapter who were born into the club. Everyone was an outsider at some point. Our women belong here.”
“But she’s not Cyrus’s woman! She’s not got her tat or property patch! She’s just a girl who got knocked up, then got drunk! Just because she’s with Cyrus” -- she made air quotes around the word with – “doesn’t mean she’s his old lady!”
“He has the right to explore that option if he wishes. Seems like that’s exactly what he’s doin’. You don’t get a say in this or anything else. You’re part of this club, but you ain’t a patched member. Go back to your room and stay there until we figure out where we’re sendin’ you.”
Jezlynn shot me a murderous look, but I bared my teeth at her. Maybe if I was a big enough bitch, they’d send me away too.
“You ain’t gettin’ sent away, so don’t think you can act out enough that you will.” Sting said before turning to me. There was no doubt he was talking to me. I didn’t insult him by pretending I thought he wasn’t. “You’ve had a rough day, Odette. That will only get you so far. My suggestion is for you to swallow your pride and let Cyrus take you up to his room. Stitches says you need food, water, and a ton of sleep. Get all three and you’ll feel more like talking things over with Cyrus.”
“I’m not his responsibility,” I said, trying to keep a rein on both my temper and my tears. “I’m my own person.”
“Yes. You are. But Cyrus needs this. The man doesn’t ask for much. Frankly, he’s never shown any kind of long-term interest in a woman before. As far as I’m concerned, he’s gettin’ what he wants. That’s you.”
“What?” I looked from Sting to Cyrus and back. “He doesn’t want me. He’s looking out for me until my brother isn’t too busy to come get me. Even he said so!”
“Yeah?” Sting raised an eyebrow. “Tell yourself that as long as you need to.” He jerked his head toward the clubhouse. “I believe you guys have some things to work out, Cyrus.”
“We do.”
“Make sure she understands everything.”
“I may need some help from Wylde with a… project.”
Sting smirked. “Yeah. Didn’t see that one coming. Give him a name. I’m sure he can track the son of a bitch down. When you’re ready, we’ll bring the bastard to you.”
“Who are you talking about?” I had to know. “My brother?” Had I brought danger to my brother’s door? But hadn’t Cyrus said they were friends?
“No, lil’ bit.” Cyrus stepped close to me and, before I realized what he was doing, he scooped me back up into his arms. “Not your brother.” He carried me toward the clubhouse.
“Then who?”
“We’ll talk about it later. Right now, Sting’s right. You need food, water, and care. That first. Then we’ll talk.”
My emotional outbursts had taken a toll on me. With the adrenaline letdown from the confrontation with Jezlynn, I was weak and shaky. Combine that with all the other emotional turmoil today and I was zonked.
I wrapped my arms around Cyrus’s neck and buried my face in his neck. “I’m so sorry, Cyrus. I don’t know why I’m such a bitch.”
“You’re not, honey. You’re pregnant. It happens.”
I blinked, then pulled back to look at him. “What?”
One side of his lips quirked upward. “Hormones, honey. Hormones.”
Had that revelation not just knocked me on my ass I might have slapped his too handsome face. I hadn’t even considered the emotional rollercoaster pregnancy might put me on. Instead, I sighed and snuggled into him. I had no idea how long this would last, but Goddamnit, I deserved to have a couple minutes in my fantasy. I’d deal with the repercussions to my self-esteem later. Right now, I wanted to be taken care of by Cyrus. I wanted my dream.
I wanted… Cyrus.
Chapter Five
Odette
Cyrus carried me through the common room to the back and up the stairs back to his room. We met more than a few club whores, as they called them, along the way. Most ignored or avoided us. A couple sneered at me, as if they were better than me. Which pissed me the fuck off!