Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Jesup pursed his lips. “You think they’ll make Addy a president since she’s carrying Joey’s kid?” he asked me, knowing that was a possibility since she had been an actual club member.
I clenched my jaw. “Over my fucking dead body,” I snarled. Jesup smirked. “The life of a president is too fucking dangerous, and she’s a mother before anything else if she is pregnant. Her only worry and concern will be to make sure that child is safe, protected, loved, and taken care of. Nothing else. If the Sons of Hell eventually need a fucking leader, we’ll patch them over, but I will not have Addy as the president.”
Jesup nodded. “Understood.”
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you’re talking to,” I heard Addy snap at someone through the closed chapel doors, “but you better back the fuck down before I give you a goddamn reason to need plastic surgery.”
“Aaaand she’s awake,” Jesup drawled with a chuckle as he opened the door and we rushed out of the chapel to stop Adelaide from getting into a fight.
Addy was glaring at Emma, one of the newer women, and Emma was glaring right back at her. I let my eyes run over Addy, taking a moment to drink in her curvy figure. She was wearing a pair of jeans that clung to her round ass and thick thighs and a black t-shirt with her black combat-style boots. I swallowed hard.
Fuck, I was never going to get over how fucking sexy she was.
“I don’t think you understand how things work around here,” Emma snarled at her. Adelaide sighed in aggravation. River, one of my patched members, gently pushed Adelaide back, giving her a stern look to stay back. My blood pounded in my veins, but I tamped it down. It wasn’t like he was hitting on her. He was merely keeping her ass out of trouble. “The president doesn’t allow women to fucking call on him. He gets us when he’s ready to have one of us. So, no, you don’t need to know where the fucking president is,” Emma snarled at Adelaide.
Emma wasn’t wrong, but Adelaide was different.
Before I could stop Addy, she grabbed River’s half-empty beer and threw it at Emma. Emma shrieked and ducked down right before the bottle could hit her in the face, letting it crash against the wall instead. Most men would be pissed that their beer had just been wasted, but River just looked amused.
“Woah—everyone chill the fuck out!” I barked, coming up behind a seething Addy. River stepped back, letting me take control of the situation. Jesup’s sorry ass was too busy laughing at the entire situation to be of much help.
I settled my hands over Addy’s shoulders, feeling some of the tension drain out of her shoulders as she subconsciously stepped back against me. “Grim, she’s fucking crazy!” Emma shouted, calling me by my street name.
“Watch your tone with me,” I snarled at her, making her flinch and cast her eyes away from me. Adelaide snorted. I gently squeezed her shoulders, warning her to get her attitude under control. “Now, what’s going on?”
“I’m about to break her fucking fake nose,” Addy snarled, tension bleeding into her shoulders again. “That’s what’s fucking going on.”
I massaged her shoulders gently. “That’s not what I asked,” I stated calmly, knowing that arguing with Addy wouldn’t get me anywhere. The woman was hotheaded as fuck. “I asked what was going on.”
“She demanded to know where you were, Grim,” Emma stated. “I told her what you tell all of us—not to ask for you.”
“You really don’t have any fucking idea who I am, do you?” Addy asked Emma as she tilted her head to the side the tiniest bit. It was a predatory move, and fuck if it didn’t make my cock hard.
“Obviously not,” Emma snarled at her. “But judging by the way Grim is with you, you mean something to him.”
“Smart girl,” Jesup commented. I sighed. He really didn’t help situations much. “I knew Grim kept you around for a reason.”
I rolled my eyes at Jesup. “Adelaide, meet Emma,” I introduced. “She’s one of the newer additions to the club. Emma, meet Adelaide, my old lady.”
“Your old nothing,” Adelaide snarled, snatching herself out of my grip as she turned her angry eyes on me. I vaguely heard River snort in amusement, and I turned my gaze to his. He only raised his fresh beer to me before rolling his lips into his mouth, staying silent.
I looked back down at Adelaide. Fuck, she looked so gorgeous when she turned that fiery gaze on me. “I’m no one’s goddamn old lady, Tristan, and you better get that through your thick fucking skull.”
I narrowed my gaze at her. I hated when she fought this shit between us. We could be great together if she would just stop fighting me every damn step of the way. “You are mine, Adelaide,” I said, my tone coming off cold, but there was a hint of a warning there for her to stop while she was ahead.