Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I let out a sigh. “I’ll be finished with Grifter’s first project this week. I’ll squeeze one of yours in before I take on the truck that he wants me to paint. After that, you can come over and we’ll go through your projects and try to pencil in some days when I can take them on. Will that work?”
“Fuck, yeah,” King says, his beautiful lips spreading into a smile that makes his eyes light up. Yeah, Gabby definitely traded up.
“That’s my girl,” Skull says, wrapping his arm around me, hauling me to his side so that he’s hugging me. Then, I’m in the middle of him and Torch—who incidentally, also puts his arm around my shoulders—as the three of us face King. Yeah, I’ve missed these guys.
“I do have a couple of requests, though.”
“You name it,” King says at once.
“I don’t want BB to be on my property. That’s my decision and one I don’t make lightly. I’d prefer to deal with you three, Apex, Spider, or Crash and that’s only because I know them. If you need to send others, I’d prefer one of you guys be with them, just until I get to know them.”
“You got it, sweetheart,” Skull says. His voice is soft, and his gaze holds mine. When I look into his eyes, my heart nearly stops. It’s written all over his face.
Oh, shit. He knows. He knows.
“Dad. He told …”
Skull takes me in his arms. I hate it because I know he can feel me trembling. “Beau, stop. Your dad would never betray you. He told me as he was dying. He wanted me to watch out for you. I’ve failed in that recently, too. Still, it’s only me and Torch that know. That shit will go no further. We haven’t told King. He’s accepted that what we know is yours and only yours to give. There’s no reason for anyone else to be aware of it anyway. I’m here and I will watch out for you.”
“I’m fine,” I semi-lie. I’m a lot better than I used to be, but I’m not sure I’ll ever be plain old fine again. My gaze shoots to Torch. “Don’t you tell him. If you do, I’ll gut you like a fish and you know that I’ve been taught how to do that, Torch.”
“I won’t say a fucking thing,” Torch says, his face stern. “I will confess that I will be getting the entire story of what went down with you two from that asshole son of mine, but I will never tell him anything about you, Beau. I haven’t even told Katie, and I never will. Like Skull said, it’s not mine to give.”
I take a deep breath, proud that I kept any and all tears from falling. I turn back to King. “Have the guys bring over the first project you want worked on. You can call me once it’s delivered if you want something specific,” I tell him.
“Skull indicated that you normally look at the bike and go wild. So, since this is a build that we’re selling, just have at it, Beau.”
I laugh. “I can do that.”
“Good,” he says.
When Skull and Torch give me a squeeze something settles inside me. I hated cutting ties with the club. I’m glad that’s fixed now. I just hope I don’t regret it.
Chapter 2
BB
I stare at the picture in the magazine and try to ignore the way my cock twitches. I’m such a fucking moron. When I look down at the very hard to find issue of Motors and Mayhem in my hands, I wish it was possible to kick my own ass. The article and accompanying pictures of Beau Harper mock me. I fucked up huge. Beau Harper is gorgeous—of course I knew that the night I saw her at the party. It’s the reason I approached her to begin with. It’s more than that, though. From reading the articles, it’s clear why I had so much fun talking to her. The woman is smart as a tack. She’s funny and her humor shines through even in her interviews. Then there is her talent. Fuck me sideways, she’s amazing. Of course, I knew that from seeing some of our finished products. Before taking the VP role, I didn’t really have a position in the club that required me to do much more than just work in the garage. So, I just never worried about taking the product to Beau’s. That was usually left for a prospect, or something Skull or Dad liked to do.
I really should have made time to do it myself.
For three months Beau has refused to work with the club. Dad, Skull, and King are meeting with her today. I asked to go, but Dad wouldn’t allow it.
Wouldn’t allow me.
Jesus, it’s like I’m a ten-year-old, not the father of one. I realize I fucked up, but how can I make it right if they won’t even allow me to try. I should have told them to fuck off and gone anyway. One thing stopped me. I go to the garage quite often. Beau won’t even come out to see me. Hell, she won’t even acknowledge me. She has some guy named Callum standing guard. Fucking asshole. He acts as if Beau is his old lady, which just pisses me off. Obviously, she’s not his property. If she was, then she wouldn’t have been in my bed three months ago. Sure, maybe she got him after the fact, but I refuse to believe that’s a possibility. The thing is, I can’t get her out of my head. It has been three months and every fucking night I wake up in the dead of the night having dreamed of her being underneath me, my cock sinking into her, her ass thrusting against me.