Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Carrie -- When I stumble out of the fog into a motorcycle club compound, the guys seem more freaked out over my name (something about an old movie?) than the fact that I’m covered in blood and asking for a jug of sulfuric acid. Not my best moment. Then Hawk steps in. His smile and the careful way he takes care of me steal my heart. I’m asking for heartache, but my whole life has been nothing but pain and disappointment. Just this once, I want to take control, take what I want. And I want Hawk. No matter what happens when my family finds me.
Hawk -- I knew Carrie was trouble the second I laid eyes on her. Of course, she was covered in blood, so, easy call. What I didn’t count on is how completely and quickly I fell under her spell. I might not be ready to admit it, but my brothers know and plan accordingly. Carrie is mine. Even though she’s proven she can take care of herself, whatever trouble she has coming for her will have to go through me.
Graphic violence and adult content which may be triggers for some readers. As always, there is a happily ever after with no cheating.
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Chapter One
“This is gonna be good.” I popped the top off my beer as I watched the scene about to unfold. Me and Chains sat at a table in the common room in steel folding chairs. Chains was leaning back with his booted feet on the table while I slouched with one ankle crossed over the opposite knee.
“Yep.”
Knight hurried to us from where he’d been snagging his own beer at the bar. Three club girls were in tow, all with tits out, wearing only thongs. I grinned, raising an arm to welcome the brunette with pouty lips onto my lap.
“We placin’ bets?” Knight looked gleeful in a maniacal kind of way. It was a little creepy to be honest.
I shrugged. “Might as well.”
“My money’s on Gunnar.” Knight high-fived Oktober as the big man walked up to us. Everyone was waiting eagerly. Pippa, Gunnar’s woman and Knuckles’s daughter, had already met and welcomed Hannah, but Gunnar and Cain had yet to confront Knuckles. Cain, the former president of Bones MC in Somerset, Kentucky, was Hannah’s father. I wasn’t really concerned for Knuckles. Especially after he’d attempted to beat the fuck out of Gunnar when he’d caught him and Pippa in bed together. So a beating was definitely going to happen.
“What’s goin’ on?” Oktober hadn’t been home long. After practically crawling back to the compound and into his room half dead from fatigue, I really thought he’d sleep for a fucking week. Bastard stumbled to bed for a couple hours and now looked fresh as a daisy. I hated the man on principle.
“Gunnar and Cain both pulled up outside the compound.” Tiny, our road captain and not tiny at all, pulled up a chair and flipped it around backward to straddle it. He crossed his arms over the back of the chair, resting his forearms there. “I told the guys not to let them in yet, but Gunnar pulled rank.” He shrugged. “I mean, brother outranks officer any day of the week, I suppose.” Tiny didn’t look the least bit upset. In fact, I was pretty sure he was looking forward to this as much as the rest of us were.
That got chuckles from us all. Knight clinked beer bottles with Inferno as the other man walked by. The second he sat down, two club whores descended on him. He didn’t let them undress him but had one on his lap with his hand cupping a tit while sucking on a tit of the other woman. Made me give the tit of the woman in my lap a squeeze. She promptly giggled and arched into my palm. Yeah. Tits. Gotta love tits.
The door burst open and Gunnar stalked in, an intent look in his eyes. “Where the fuck is he?” The bite of demand in Gunnar’s voice was unmistakable. He was a man looking to do violence.
“You know…” Tiny nodded in Gunnar’s direction as he took a pull from his beer. “I do believe he’s good and pissed.”
I grinned as I raised my voice to be heard over the low din in the common room. “Where’s who, Big Gun?” I’d started calling him Big Gun the second he came to the club. Just ’cause I liked fucking with him. My way of showing affection. And honestly, any man who would go to prison to protect his sister was definitely a big gun.