Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
I shrug. “You could say that.”
He’s objectively gorgeous. Dark hair naturally spiked, gentle brown eyes framed by lashes thick enough to make mascara companies bankrupt themselves. He's exactly who I should want. Unfortunately, Little Lis prefers psychopaths. Yes, I named my vagina after the incident. If men do it, why can't women?
His gaze lingers, waiting for me to continue. I roll my eyes. “My idiot sister.”
He chuckles, leaning back on one elbow. “Ah, I see. Older or younger?”
“Younger, if you can believe it. Complete nutcase, literally a nun. The eternal 'good girl.' Haven't heard from her in five years.” I catch myself rambling. “Sorry. Boring the big bad biker with my tragic backstory.”
His smile softens his face. “I'm not that bad, and your life story doesn't sound boring at all.”
My laugh dies in my throat. “You have no idea.”
Nyx and I lie on our backs, watching stars pierce through the darkening sky as I feel alcohol slowly recede from my system.
His head tilts, connecting softly with mine. “So your dad died when you were little, your mum survived cancer, and your sister is a nun? Your life story is far from boring. How'd you like Uni? Wish I went. Instead, I ended up on the other side of the law.”
My cheeks ache from smiling, the first genuine one since arriving here. Nyx is the first person to spend time with me, including Yana, who's been consumed by Beast. I'm starting to get it now. She's all about him.
But his question about Uni snatches my smile as memories claw their way to the surface.
“Um.” I sit up, drawing my legs in, sweeping my hair to one side. “I guess I would have enjoyed it more if I'd chosen a better Uni.”
He pushes up, turning toward me. “What'd you mean?”
“I mean...”
“Melissa!” Yana approaches, glancing over her shoulder with nervous energy. “What are you doing? Oh, hey, Nyx?” Her eyes flick between us. What is her deal...
“Just talking,” I reassure her, rising to my feet and brushing dirt from my bare legs.
Nyx stands, pulling me into a hug. “I'll catch you another time, babe.”
“Yeah, thanks for the chat,” I answer, and I really do mean thank you. He took my mind away from rage and sex.
His smile fades as he heads back through the clubhouse doors.
“Ahem!” Yana clears her throat. I ignore her, leading the way to the clubhouse. “Did you... do anything?”
I stop, turning to face her. “You mean did I fuck him? Because I can't keep my claws off any man, right?”
Her face falls, and I instantly feel like shit.
Sighing, I close the distance between us and rest my hands on her arms. “I'm sorry. But no, I didn't sleep with him, or kiss him, or even touch him. We just talked, and it was nice.”
She blows out a long, steady breath. “Okay. I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions. It's just that Beast said Hella has...”
“Fuck Hella,” I cut off her words.
“You're right, fuck Hella,” Yana parrots, crossing her arms.
We both burst out laughing.
“—fuck Hella?” Our laughter stops.
My smile evaporates, and Yana looks over my shoulder, wincing.
Hella continues, each footstep over gravel vibrating through my bones. “Oh baby, all you had to do was ask.”
My eyes close, fingers tightening on Yana's arms. His lips brush my ear, warmth sending an electric current down my spine. Yana, on the other hand, weakens. I don’t know what’s up with her and Beast, but whenever any of the Woodsmen are around, she short-circuits.
I wonder if it has to do with her father. Yana was a spoiled brat from Wellington, who travelled all the way up north when her mother was murdered, to live with her father. She stopped in Westbeach to break the trip, and that’s how we met. Her father was a founding member, but died not long after she arrived. She pretty much stayed since.
Could it be about that? Maybe. Or maybe it’s just Beast. Or maybe I’m drunk and overthinking.
Hella presses a kiss to my ear. “But, I don't double dip, so thanks, but no thanks.” His hand lands on my ass before he continues toward his red Harley with “Hellraiser” emblazoned alongside a shaded skull.
Heels clink from behind, before a girl with long red hair and barely any clothing stops beside him.
Hella’s eyes connect with mine before a dark smirk crawls over his mouth, and he hands the girl a helmet.
I don’t bother staying to watch her climb onto a bike I loved riding.
Fuck him and her.
We head back inside, and I swallow past the way hearing his bike vibrate the clubhouse with the knowledge of her on the back feels.
Bastard.
Yana fishes out her phone and answers a text. “Okay, so! It turns out, Hella isn’t letting you out of the compound to crash with me in the city, so Jada has agreed to let us both stay there while you’re here.”