Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
With a glance behind her to make sure she wasn’t being followed, she rushed up the steps, thankful that the loud music drowned out every creak and groan of the wood.
When she reached the top, she heard a noise at the foot of the stairway. Checking over her shoulder, her heart tumbled in her chest at what she saw…
Another biker. Watching her.
He was big, too. But instead of a lot of excess weight like the previous biker she encountered, this one was broad and tall. And despite the mess of facial hair, she could tell he’d be handsome without it. The other key difference was his hair was a lot shorter and it had been washed recently.
Since she had already made it to the second floor, she was determined to finish what she started…
Which was find her sister.
She wasn’t going to stop until someone physically stopped her. Common sense said she needed to do this quickly.
“Sadie!” she called down the hallway, hoping she could be heard over the thumping music. She cautiously opened the first door to her left, only to find a closet. She quickly slammed it shut, not wanting to release whatever creatures were living inside.
Before she could check behind door number two, she heard it.
Heavy bootsteps.
She glanced over her shoulder again.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
The man was laser-focused on her as he climbed the stairs.
With his size, if he grabbed her, she’d have a difficult time escaping. Her fingers locked tighter around the lug wrench despite her sweating palms.
“Sadie!” she yelled again, trying the second door knob.
She blinked a couple of times while trying to figure out the tangled movement of arms and legs.
How many people was that?
As soon as she assured herself that none of the women were Sadie, she quietly closed that door… Before she got another unwanted invite.
She learned one thing tonight, bikers thought nothing of having sex with multiple people. However, they didn’t look very good at it.
Maybe by including several people, the odds were that someone in the mix would enjoy it.
She shook her head and continued down the hallway. “Sadie!”
When she was only two steps away from the third door, another biker stepped out of that room.
And right into her path.
Shit.
This one was more on the short and lanky side. He had hollowed out cheeks and eyes, like he’d been on a week-long bender.
Unfortunately, he smelled like it, too.
“Who’re you?”
At least he wasn’t slurring his words. “I’m looking for my sister Sadie.”
“Sure you ain’t lookin’ for me?”
“I can say with one hundred percent certainty, I’m not.”
He tipped his head to the side and took his time sliding his gaze over her. “You might be fuckin’ mistaken.”
“I can assure you, I’m not.”
“She’s with me,” came the deep voice behind her, sounding too close for comfort.
She wanted to check to see just how close, but she was afraid to take her eyes off the one in front of her.
She was trapped in a narrow hallway between two bikers on the second floor of a building.
Not good, Sloane.
The biker in front of her—the patch on his vest indicated his name was Stubs—looked beyond her to the other man. “Who the fuck are you?”
Wait. They didn’t know each other? That was a twist she wasn’t expecting. Weren’t they all from the same MC?
“New prospect,” came the grumble. “Name’s Hatchet.”
Hatchet?
Stubs seemed to chew on that information for a few seconds before warning, “If she’s your slit, get her under fuckin’ control.”
What a jerk. “I’m not out of control. Like I said, I’m only looking for my sister.”
“Don’t know her,” Stubs answered.
She reached for her cell phone. “I’ll show you a picture. You might’ve seen her around.”
“Don’t give a fuck what she looks like. If she’s here, she probably don’t want you lookin’ for her.”
He was right, she probably didn’t. But then, Sloane also wished she didn’t have to look for her, either. Being here was not her type of fun.
“C’mon, baby, let’s go,” came from behind her.
Baby?
That wasn’t going to happen. She wasn’t going anywhere with any of these bikers. Not willingly, anyway.
She jumped when a large hand clamped on her shoulder, “Got it under control, Stubs,” and swung her around to face him.
When she glanced up, Hatchet gave her a look she couldn’t read. What exactly was he trying to convey?
“You better. Since you’re new, gonna give you and your bitch a pass. But lemme tell you, we don’t like slits runnin’ around causin’ chaos.”
“I wasn’t causing—”
Hatchet’s grip tightened on her shoulder, so much so that it made her wince. He kept trying to convey some sort of message or warning, but since he was one of them, she had no idea what it could be.
His sharp eyes pinned her in place. “Let’s go.”
Her first instinct was to tell him that she wasn’t going anywhere with him, but Stubs was watching.