Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
If she wore any makeup, it wasn’t much.
She wasn’t dressed to impress but for comfort. Despite that, she was still hot as fuck to him.
Short shorts and miniskirts where a woman’s ass cheeks were hanging out had its place… On a sweet butt. Not Maddie. He would’ve lost his fucking mind if she walked into Dick’s dressed like a club whore.
He pinched his nose, closed his eyes, and shook his head at his reaction to that thought. Why did it make his fucking blood pressure rise? Why should he care how she dressed? She didn’t belong to him. She wasn’t his ol’ lady or even one of his regulars. She was only a woman wanting some dick tonight.
Dick he was more than willing to provide.
When he opened his eyes, Maddie had disappeared. Someone had blocked both her path and his view.
That someone wore a Knights’ cut.
Fuckin’ Slick.
Just like Romeo, Slick got his name for good reason.
Sucking on his teeth again, he went to run interference. And make it clear Maddie was here for him.
Nobody else.
Not BamBam. Not Slick. Not any of his brothers.
When he got to them, he “accidentally” bumped into Slick hard enough to dislodge the hand holding her chin and tipping up her face.
From Maddie’s expression, it seemed as if she wasn’t buying any of the bullshit spewing from his lips.
Good. Because Slick was skilled at sweet-talking women into his bed.
He was almost as good as Romeo.
Almost.
But Romeo was about to cock-block him.
When he immediately grabbed her hand and tugged her to his side to claim her, Maddie looked relieved to see him.
“She’s with me,” he growled at Slick. Without waiting for a response from his brother, he next ordered Maddie to, “Let’s go.”
“Damn, brother…” he heard behind him.
Luckily, she followed without resisting or complaining in front of Slick. Once they were far enough away, she asked, “Where are we going?”
“Somewhere private.” After releasing her hand, he curled his around the back of her neck to steer her toward Dick’s kitchen. He escorted her through the swinging door, ignoring the stares from the two kitchen employees, and kept her moving.
Once they were outside, she repeated her question. “Where are we going, Rome?”
“My place.”
Halfway between the bar and his crib, she slammed to a stop. “You live there?”
“Where the fuck d’you think I live? In a fuckin’ tent?”
“Umm. I figured a cardboard box on the sidewalk. I’m not sure that’s much better.”
“Funny,” he muttered.
“I thought so.”
“You don’t hear me fuckin’ laughin’.” He squeezed her neck slightly. “Let’s go.”
He admitted his place wasn’t much to look at from the outside, but it was kept that way on purpose. At first glance to an outsider, the building looked similar to an oversized storage shed.
Despite how the exterior appeared, it was far from a shed on the inside. It might be simple but simple was all he needed. Once Magnum married his ol’ lady and began making more hump dumplings, the club’s enforcer needed to find a bigger place, so Romeo jumped on the chance to take it for himself. He was president, after all, and outranked anyone else interested.
Better yet, club funds paid for it all since it sat on the same property as Dick’s. For only the cost of his monthly dues, he got a cool place to live, all the utilities paid, and access to a full bar and commercial kitchen only a few yards away.
Plus, sweet butts were always close at hand.
It was a sweet fucking deal.
He only needed to remain president to keep it. He had no doubt that if he ever gave up the gavel—willingly or unwillingly—someone else on the Knights’ executive committee would be fucking in his bed, lounging on his couch, and watching his massive TV while drinking free whiskey.
When they reached the windowless, metal side door, Maddie asked, “Is this really your place?”
“Yeah.”
“Is it a barn or a shed?”
“It’s where I’m gonna fuck you.”
A ragged exhale was heard behind him as he unlocked the door.
“Maybe I only wanted to spend some time with a friend.”
Romeo snorted and pulled open the door. “You wanted a friend you woulda called LZ.”
“He was busy.”
“Then Gabi. She’s former Fury, bet you’re friends with her.”
“I am, but…”
“But you wanted dick, and she don’t got one,” he finished for her.
“I’m only looking to take my mind off work.”
“Dick will do it.” Especially his.
“You have a lot of confidence that your dick will solve my problems.”
“Didn’t say solve them but will make you forget them for a while.”
“Since when is thirty seconds considered ‘a while?’”
“Once again, your attempt at bein’ funny ain’t it.” He stepped back, placed his hand on her lower back and shoved her inside.
He had to chest bump her to get her to move farther into his place so he could step inside behind her, close the door, and lock it.