Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
I hardly expect the Vultures to break a truce that’s in their favor, especially with their enforcer nowhere to be seen—
For half a second, my eyes meet Road’s. He emerges from the darkness, zipping up his jeans, and I turn away without thinking.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Just moments ago, I felt like a shark circling the waters and assessing the little fish, but now it’s like I’m the one who’s spilled blood in the water. I clench my bottle, and I shouldn’t, I really shouldn’t, but I tense my back as well, to show off all the lean muscle under my ink. I shouldn’t be wondering whether he likes my long hair loose either, yet it crosses my mind, as if pleasing him is something I care about in the slightest.
A petite figure emerges right in front of me out of nowhere, and red-taloned hands rest on my bare abdomen. I hold my breath, tense with the worry that this might be the prelude to a truce-breaking attack, but no, it’s just the pretty girl who prompted me to take off my T-shirt in the first place.
“There you are! Come on, Grizzly says we can’t open the good whiskey without you!”
“Hell yes!” This is perfect. I smile in relief and put my arm over her shoulders more eagerly than I would have otherwise. I want Road to see this. He will not be holding my moment of weakness over me like an executioner's axe.
I’m an attractive guy and maybe it’s just my past that’s messed me up. No need to delve into any of that.
But then Road has to open his goddamn mouth and fuck it up for everyone, as always.
“I wonder whose dick those pretty boy lips sucked to make them patch you in so young.”
I clench my jaw and turn around, because it’s over. I can’t let this go. I won’t.
On the side where the orange glow of fire hits Road’s face, the scars are a permanent memory of that fateful night when we almost died. Sadly, they make him no less handsome. He oozes masculinity—from his size, his heavy boots, his thick eyebrows, and the buzz cut, to the dark eyes that say ‘I’m gonna fuck you up’. Or ‘fuck you’. I don’t know which one it is, but we’re about to find out.
Chapter 5
Road
He shouldn’t be so fucking tempting.
I almost managed to convince myself that I’ve overestimated his looks as I spent months imagining this very moment. But no, Clyde Turner really is that damn gorgeous. If anything, my recollection of him was plainer, all smooth lines and no grit, but in the flesh I can see every single scar, every blemish, quirk and tempting imperfection on his toned body.
A large skull watches me from his shoulder, but I’m more interested in his real eyes. The warm glow of the flames makes their shade muddy, but I know that in bright light they’re blue like the purest ice in the Arctic. Long waves of hair frame his handsome features and fall down his arms, almost reaching the flame and skull tattoos decorating the tanned skin from the elbow down.
We share a moment of eye contact before Clyde turns away from our bonfire, presenting me with the symbol of the Hell’s Butchers etched into his entire back. Two menacing cleavers under a horned skull on fire. I’d rather not see that ugly picture when I finally get my hands on him, which means I’ll need to have him on his back, knees pressed to his chest, hair scattered over the pillow as he tells me to rail him harder, faster, for me to come inside him.
Why is he turning away now, after everything we ended up saying? Am I supposed to follow?
I move without thinking, as if we’re in a cartoon and I’m mesmerized by his cologne. Did he just… flex his back? Was that for me to see? I’m a brainless sack of horny meat, and if someone would ask me right now why I’m following him, I’d be in trouble, because my answer would not be coherent.
I only stop once a woman walks up to him with a bright smile. When he puts his arm over her shoulders, I could rip her apart even though I’ve never hit a girl before. I need all of his attention on me, so I yell the first thing that comes to my mind.
“I wonder whose dick those pretty boy lips sucked to make them patch you in so young.”
Sex is all I can think of right now, and I want dick sucking planted in his brain too.
He stiffens, then turns around to meet my gaze. Too many people have heard me. He can’t let this go. Satisfaction pools in my stomach when Clyde’s arm slides off the woman. This isn’t how I intended things to go tonight, but I did have a plan that involved getting close to him. This will do.