Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
He couldn’t stop thinking about her, and now he was going to question Diana. A woman he’d steered well clear of. She was a woman after a patch, even though she was only club material. None of the men would have her. He didn’t know why she couldn’t see that. She was a good-time girl and always would be.
The door knocked and he called for her to come inside. There was a big smile on her face, and she looked excited. She must have thought this was her lucky day. Not only had one of the club asked for her, but it was none other than the president. He stared at her, and then shook his head as she started to open her shirt.
“Don’t,” he said. “I haven’t brought you here to fuck you. You can have all your fun with my men. I’m not interested.”
She frowned and instantly the smile fell from her lips. “What’s the matter? I thought every woman you asked for had to entertain you.”
“Your friend, who is she?” he asked.
Diana frowned. “My friend?”
“Do me a favor, don’t play fucking dumb. I’m not interested in any of the bullshit games you play. Tell me who your friend is and don’t leave anything out,” he said.
She gave a small laugh. “I have a lot of friends.”
He was fast losing his patience. “The one that drives you here and waits for you. Don’t test my patience, Diana. I can make sure you’re nothing to this club, and I’d be glad to do it.”
She looked terrified.
There was no way this woman had it to be old lady material. All the men knew it. She was even hitting bottom of the barrel at being a club woman. From what he knew, she wasn’t nice to some of the other women in the club. That was another rule: none of the guys could deal with female drama. They kept their bullshit to themselves, or left the club. There was no room for fighting or jealousy, unless the guys asked them to do so, with baby oil, or Jell-O, or whatever they were into. He personally didn’t see any attraction in women fighting.
Like his father, he kind of had an old view, that women were to be protected. Of course, there were exceptions to those rules. Those rules no longer applied to any bitch who thought she could betray the club. She would be killed. He had no tolerance for pieces of shit that would step out on the club.
“You’re talking about Nikki. Her name is Nikki Brown, she works at the local supermarket, just on the outskirts of town.”
“Who else has enjoyed her?” he asked.
“Who else within the club?” Diana asked.
He stared at her.
“No one. Uh, Nikki is kind of nervous.” She let out a little laugh. “She isn’t comfortable in new places, and that tends to make her a little … jittery. She is a good girl, though. She won’t say anything about what she sees or doesn’t see.” Diana began to ramble.
He pushed a piece of paper and a pen across the table. “Write down her address.”
“She doesn’t have an actual house. She lives in a trailer park.” Diana wrote down the details. She stepped back.
“Leave.”
“Are you sure? I can give you a good time, I promise.”
“Don’t make me tell you twice.”
He wasn’t interested in any kind of company. Diana had given him what he wanted.
Chapter Two
The night shift sucked. Well, it kind of sucked and kind of didn’t. For one, she was rarely interrupted from her job of stocking shelves by impatient customers. Most of the time at the twenty-four-seven store, there was no one shopping at night. That was the bonus. The not-so-good bonus was that most of the customers who were shopping were a little strange. Most of them were stoned or drunk. Several people talked to themselves. The list went on and on. Again, not fearing for her life, and she doubted every late shopper was strange, maybe it was just her.
Since doing some of the night shifts, she did find that she loved shopping at night. She much preferred it to the hustle and bustle during the day.
Then of course, when her shift was over, in the summer months, like now, it was great. The sun was up, and it was light outside. In the winter months, it sucked, because she couldn’t stand the dark. It terrified her, always had, ever since she was a kid.
It didn’t help that one of her mom’s ex-boyfriends had locked her in a cupboard for the whole day. He covered any gaps that could have emitted light, and since that moment, she had been terrified of the dark. Especially since he hadn’t just left her alone, he told her of all the dangerous creatures that lurked in the shadows waiting to eat little girls, and even big girls. He’d been a cruel asshole. She knew what he told her wasn’t true, but that didn’t stop her mind from playing tricks on her.