Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Hmm … It’s cute. I think I prefer the way it was before, though.”
“She’s gorgeous either way. That’s not exactly the point, Griff.”
“What is the point, C?”
“She shouldn’t be near that asshole.”
“And where should she be?” he asks, but I can tell the asshole already knows my answer. He’s also not very happy about it—not that I give a damn.
“With me.”
“C—”
“Don’t start, Griff. The woman is mine. I know it in my bones.”
“Damn it, C—”
“She’s mine,” I reiterate.
“You don’t do permanent,” he reminds me.
“I do now,” I growl, taking a swig of my beer.
“Yeah, right,” he snaps back, laughing like I just told the funniest joke in the world.
“I’m serious,” I answer, my tone gruff. “Besides, your ass can’t say shit. You were exactly the same way with Georgia. You were gone with one look.”
“The difference here is my woman agreed. Yours doesn’t seem to be interested,” he points out. Fucking bastard.
“She will be. I just need a little time to convince her.”
“I’m not sure Pez is going to give you that opportunity,” he mutters.
“I’ll talk to her while you’re in the meeting. Pez will be there with you. King trusts him.”
“Damn it, C. We don’t need to make enemies out of the Devil’s Blaze. Our club has had enough turmoil.”
“This won’t be a war. If anything, it will give us a stronger alliance,” I suggest, not giving a fuck about the damn alliance between the clubs. Izzy is mine. I want her. I want her in my bed, on the back of my fucking bike, and by my side. I won’t rest until that’s exactly what I have.
“That’s not what I’m seeing.”
“Well, you’re wrong. Izzy is just upset with me. I need a few minutes alone to smooth everything over. That’s all.”
“Fuck,” Griff hisses. “Does that mean you’ve already pissed her off? I swear if her brother and father come after the club because you can’t keep your fucking dick in your pants—”
“It’s fine. The two of us just need to sit down and talk. I’ll do that while you’re in your meeting.”
“C, I don’t think—”
“I’m going to talk to her while you’re in the meeting. I’ll smooth shit over and we’ll head back tonight as planned.”
“Fuck, you’re stubborn.”
“So are you. That’s why we get along so well,” I joke.
He flips me off and I turn my attention back to Izzy. I need to watch her closely and wait for the moment that I can get her alone. What I’m going to do after that, I have no idea, but it’s definitely going to involve me kissing the hell out of her.
And hopefully more.
5
BOOBS AND ESCAPE PLANS
IZZY
I can feel him looking at me. It takes everything I am not to return his gaze. I’m forced to laugh and react to the boys as if I don’t have a care in the world—when nothing could be further from the truth. I don’t know what it is about Caleb that gets into my head. I truly don’t. All I know is that everything about him makes me weak. I want him and I hate him in equal parts. He makes my body flush all over, and I have to resist the urge to beg for his kiss. Begging is not in my DNA. It’s not who I am, and I hate that he makes me feel weak.
I also love it.
Thankfully, by the time Caleb and Grifter got here, my game was mostly over. I’ve just been toying with them and talking with the girls. Caleb completely misunderstood everything I was saying about club life. There’s a difference between looking down on something and just not choosing it for yourself. His opinion of who I am as a person shouldn’t hurt me so much, yet it does. I have no idea why. I don’t know the man and after today, I really would prefer to stay far away from him. Besides, if my brother were here, he’d already flipped his shit at the way Caleb keeps staring at me.
“Izzy!” Monique squeals.
I look across the room to see her running toward me at full speed. I bite my lip to keep from calling out for her to slow down before she falls out of her shirt. Monique is one of the newer club girls. She’s a gorgeous, fuller-figured, spicy Italian who is full of life. Just a few years older than I am, she has lived in a club most of her life. She has long, dark hair and mesmerizing brown eyes. Her greatest asset, however, is her triple-D breasts. They’re all natural and as perky as the best boob job money could buy. They seem to defy gravity itself. I don’t care what it says about me, but I freely admit that I’m jealous of them.
“Hey Monnie. I was wondering where you were. You better be careful before you give yourself black eyes,” I giggle.