Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
A screech of tires outside alerted them all, then a car door slammed shut, and both of Hammer’s jailors deflated.
“Finally!” Frank said, rubbing his forehead as a young guy in a neon-green puffy jacket with cartoon flames going up the sleeves burst inside, panting. His bleach blond hair was longer at the top and shaved at the bottom, and he was flushed under the few freckles scattered over his face.
His wide brown eyes settled on Hammer, even though he spoke to his uncle. “I had to go back for—”
“I don’t care,” Frank said and passed him the keys. “Jag will swap with you in time.”
Dex’s lips parted as he stepped aside to let the other two men through. “When is ‘in time’?”
“I don’t know yet,” Frank yelled from outside.
Dex pouted and shifted his weight like a distressed child. “But I’m hungry…” he said, his voice so quiet, it was obvious he knew his uncle wouldn’t give a shit at this point.
Hammer assessed him from head to toe. While not skin and bones, the guy was on the smaller side, nothing like his bull of an uncle, or even Shane. His nose was small, and a bit flat, but where Frank’s skin was a warm bronze, Dex’s was pale. If it wasn’t for the tattoos showing on his hands and neck, he could have been considered unassuming, but he also wore a black fitted T-shirt with a cartoonish Pinhead from Hellraiser, his belt was studded, and the boots he paired with jeans had steel caps that could do some damage.
Hammer could also swear he spotted a holster under the jacket.
When their eyes met, Dex’s face split in a smile, and he adjusted his messy hair.
“Good evening, I will be your jailor today. I hope you have a pleasant stay. Bottles of water are in the corner, next to the bucket where you can piss. It comes with a handy lid. Please don’t try to escape, or I will be forced to…” He pulled out a colorful gun which, for all Hammer knew, could be a toy, and pointed it at the ceiling. “Pow! Pow!” he said instead of shooting, which was fortunate, because that would have hurt their ears in this confined space.
This.
This dumb fuck was Hammer’s ticket out of here.
Chapter 2 – Dex
Even if Dex didn’t know Hammer was his motorcycle club’s designated executioner (and he did), it would have been obvious to him that this guy was the shit. It was written in the way he carried himself—all relaxed despite being cuffed and locked behind bars—and in the gray eyes scanning his surroundings with the sharpness of precision tools.
Towering over Dex by more than a head, he was built like a predator, with the broad shoulders of a bear and the muscle tone of a puma. The clothes he wore were simple, just jeans and a white T-shirt under a leather jacket, but while they might fool the average person into thinking they were seeing a man with a casual sense of style, Dex knew what hid underneath. Muscles that could hold him down and the mind of a beast reflected in eyes partially hidden by brown shoulder-length hair. A deep scar cut through his left cheek and upper lip suggesting he had to fight to become the creature he now was.
Dex could already imagine the scruff on Hammer’s cheek rubbing against his nape as they fucked, but he was getting ahead of himself. In his twenty-two years of life, he’d learned the hard way that some men weren’t up for an experiment with a guy. Some weirdos couldn’t even be enticed for a quick blowjob. And on the subject of blowjobs, Dex wanted to see Hammer’s dick. No, he was dying to see it. He was sure it would live up to the rest of this glorious, murderous, sledgehammer-wielding beast, and Dex was so ready to experience it.
Or just see it. Anything worked, really.
So when he’d heard who they’d be jailing, he’d rushed back home for a quick shower (better safe than sorry) and a fresh set of clothes. He vaguely recalled hearing that Hammer liked horror movies, so he wore the Hellraiser T-shirt for a potential ice-breaker, and hoped for the best. Worst case scenario, he’d get to know the guy who he’d been low-key obsessed with since seeing Hammer smash a guy’s head open as if it were a watermelon. Frank had told him not to watch it happen, but he did. He’d been obsessed ever since.
Dex took a deep breath and put his gun back into the holster under his arm. He brought the cool one, with the green and yellow zebra pattern on it, hoping Hammer might ask about it.
Dex smiled, trying not to stare even though this was the first time he got to see Hammer from up close, and in decent light. It had been way too dark during that memorable execution, and while Dex had seen him around town a few times, it had always been from afar. He had no idea someone so menacing and dangerous could have dimples.