Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
She shook her head, being honest. “No, things aren’t good.” Just then the sight of this massively huge man coming out of one of the rooms drew Allie’s attention. He had to be at least six and a half feet tall, weighing close to three hundred pounds of pure muscle.
He was huge, and her five-foot-seven frame seemed tiny compared to him. Allie couldn’t stop looking at him. He placed a joint to his mouth, lit the end, and inhaled deeply, the end flashing red.
He tipped his head to a few of the bikers that called out to him. But the music was so loud she couldn’t hear what they’d called him.
Allie was aware her mother was rambling on, but for whatever reason she just couldn’t look away from the man. And when he went up to the bar, sat down, and braced a hand on the counter, she felt her heart beat faster. There was something about him that drew her like a moth to a flame. It was such a clichéd saying.
And then he turned his head, scanning the club right before his focus landed on hers. Allie couldn’t stop looking, couldn’t turn away and not seem weird for gawking at him.
His dark hair was short and messy, like he didn’t give a shit about how it looked. He had tattoos covering both of his arms, and she even saw some coming up from under the collar of his shirt. How much of his body was inked up? Tattoos were one of her weaknesses on a man, for sure.
Maybe that’s why I get involved with the wrong guys, because their tatted-up bodies were ones bad boys sported?
The man straightened, his massive body looking like one she would see in a ring, taking down his opponents.
“You can’t stay here, Allie,” her mother said, and Allie snapped her head toward her mother’s direction.
“What?” she asked, shocked. “Why?”
“This isn’t a place where I want you to be. You’re better than this.”
Allie shook her head, knowing she looked incredulous. Her mother was saying those words because they were a cop-out for not wanting to be around her. “You’re turning me away when I need your help?”
“No, honey, no. I have an apartment I rarely stay at, but have all my shit there. You’re more than welcome to stay there.”
Allie couldn’t believe this. On one hand she was thankful her mother was offering her a place, but on the other hand it was clear Barbie didn’t want Allie at the same place where she hung out.
“So, you’re never at the apartment?” She tried to hide her hurt and disappointment.
Why do you care? This woman hasn’t been a mom to you for so long it shouldn’t matter.
Her mother shook her head. “I really only stop there to pick up my shit. I’m at the club mostly.”
Allie just nodded, hurt, but knowing she shouldn’t be. Her mother had left her years ago, and although she appeared like she was cleaning herself up, she still didn’t want a daughter hanging around.
“We’ll talk about this and why you’re really here later tonight, okay?” Her mom grabbed a piece of paper and pen from a nearby table and wrote down where the apartment was. “I’ll be there later.”
Allie didn’t say anything, just gave one more look at her mom, and lifted her head to where the beefy man was sitting. He had his focus still trained on her, and a chill raced up her spine.
Without thinking any more about it, she left the club, walked out the open gates, and sat her ass down on the curb. She should just leave, but she had nowhere else to go, and little money.
Why did I even bother coming here? I should have known Barbie wouldn’t have been there for me, not really.
Allie stood, adjusted her suitcase, and started walking down the street and away from the clubhouse. The feeling of being followed had her looking over her shoulder. A dark vehicle stopped right behind her, which had Allie curious.
Was it someone from the club? The man behind the wheel had dark glasses on and his focus trained right on her.
A tingling on the back of her neck told her this was a bad situation, but she couldn’t move as she watched him exit the vehicle and walk toward her.
And then fear slammed into her, and there was only one thing she thought at that moment… You should run.
25
“You shouldn’t have fucking said anything,” Birdie said and shifted on the seat. He was starting to sweat sitting in this position, the pain pretty damn intense.
But he gritted his teeth and pushed past it, because his focus right now was getting to Fury and seeing what in the hell was up.
When Stone didn’t say anything, Birdie looked over at the other MC member. The guy had his jaw locked tight, and the annoyance on his face was clear.