Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“I got into a bad fight.”
“I’m sorry,” she said.
He noticed both of her hands were clenched together where they sat on the desk.
“You don’t need to be sorry. Why are you afraid?” he asked, pointing at her hands.
She unclenched them, and even with the table separating them he saw little half moons that were indented from her clenching. “I’m not.”
“You’re terrified. Probably crapping your pants,” Whizz said.
The fire in her eyes let him know she wasn’t broken, at least not yet.
“Whizz, stop it,” Lacey said.
“I don’t get off on scarred men trying to scare little girls. What’s your kink? You into schoolgirls? Want to pass me around to men for money?”
He had his answer.
“I’m not into little girls, and neither is the club I ride with. I’m part of The Skulls. We’re a well-known MC.”
“I’ve heard of you.”
“A lot of people have heard of us. I take it you’ve been passed around foster homes, used.”
Sally broke eye contact. “No one wants a teenage girl who fights back.”
Whizz saw a loose tear spill down her cheeks. “How often do you cry?”
She wiped it away, and glared. “I never cry.”
“I don’t think this is helping at all,” Lacey said.
“Would you like a chance to be our daughter?” Whizz said, following his gut.
“What?”
“I can’t offer you something great, but I can offer you a club, a family. None of us will prey on you. You’re fifteen, and we can give you a place to stay to be part of our family.” He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and slid it across to her. “Pick it up and look at the pictures.”
She took hold of the cell phone, and started scanning through them.
“May I come around, and tell you who they are?” Lacey asked.
Sally nodded, and he watched his woman gaining Sally’s trust. This girl wasn’t what he expected. She’d not been given a real chance. Just from looking in her eyes, he saw that she believed she was unlovable.
“You all look so happy,” she said.
The yearning in her voice tore at Whizz. “Have you ever been with a family? Been part of one?”
“I’ve been in foster care since I was a baby. My mother was an addict, and I had too many problems. No one wanted a baby that required too much care,” Sally said. “I’ve not had the best of luck.”
“We’re offering you a chance,” Lacey said.
“Why? You could have anyone. Why me?”
“I saw your photo, and I wanted to give you a start. You reminded me of myself.”
He listened to Lacey, loving his woman even more. She had a heart of gold, and she wanted to spread her love to others.
“I don’t want to be somewhere I’m not wanted. In three years I’m out of foster care, and I can do whatever I want.”
“You can do that, or you can come with us. We’re in the process of buying a house, and should be moving in soon. We’ll give you a good life, send you to college.”
Sally bit her lip.
“And we promise no one will try to take from you what you don’t want to give. We’re a good bunch of men.”
“I’m not a bad mother either. I’ll be cool, let you dye your hair, and pretty much do whatever you want.”
Sally looked from one to the other. “If you would like me to come with you, then I’ll be happy to come.”
Well, shit, he’d just gotten himself a daughter.
****
“What the fuck is this about?” Lash asked, moving into the main clubhouse. It was Saturday, and Hardy had been thinking about Rose’s diary all last night.
“Doing a prom theme for the club, something a little different,” Hardy said.
“Have we developed pussies?” Lash asked, stopping in front of most of the club.
Zero and Prue were sitting together, along with Killer, Kelsey, Murphy, Tate, and pretty much the rest of the club. They all went silent, and Hardy looked at them all. His cheeks heated with embarrassment.
“I’m trying to win my woman back. She’s never been to a prom or anything like that. I want to give her everything that she missed out on. She deserves it, and I’m asking you as the club Prez, and as my friend, to help me.”
“You think prom is going to help you.”
“Prom is pretty important in a woman’s life,” Tate said.
Hardy stared at Lash. “It’s important to me. It’s summer, and the kids aren’t at school. I’m not asking much.”
“You’re asking me to turn the club into a high school prom. I went to prom. I’m not going to do it again,” Lash said.
“Yeah, you went to prom and fucked some girl that wasn’t Angel. Just think how much your woman would love you if she knew that you’d created a prom theme,” Nash said, coming up to the group.
“You’re helping him? My own brother against me?”