Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
The sound of the wrench he’d been holding falling to the ground underneath the car, then a sharp exhale as Anderson’s head hit the hood, had me giggling.
He laughed and wrapped his muscled arm around me, giving me a backward hug.
“Hey, sis,” he teased, squeezing me so hard that I squeaked out a breath. “You made it.”
“Someone had to kick your ass tonight,” I teased, wiggling to be let loose. “Got to make sure you don’t get too big of a head.”
He flipped me, and I would’ve landed on my back in the dirt had he not lightly lowered me down.
I clung to his arm, though, holding on for dear life.
My hair was dragging in the dirt, and he was laughing.
“Pull me up, butthead,” I ordered.
He pulled me up, and I landed on my feet beside him.
I shook the dirt out of my hair and then scowled at him. “You missed lunch.”
“I missed lunch,” he confirmed. “But it wasn’t my fault. I had a shareholder meeting that went over. And then when I realized the time, I called. But you didn’t answer.”
“I ran to the restaurant and left my phone because I had nowhere to put it,” I admitted. “Guess you’ll have to pay for my lunch two times in a row next time.”
His eyes sparkled as he glanced at something over my shoulder.
He froze minutely, his voice dipping down low.
“Those belong to you?”
I looked over my shoulder to see a group of bikers standing there, but only one of them held my attention.
Callum looked slightly pissed.
And slightly was exaggerating.
He looked livid.
I felt a delicious shiver run through me as I said, “Yes. At least, I’m hoping that one of them does.”
“The one that looks like he wants to slit me open from throat to dick, pull out my entrails, and strangle me with them?” he guessed.
I snickered and waved at the men.
There were six of them in total.
“The one in the middle that looks like Thor,” I confirmed.
My Thoralike started forward, heading toward us with purposeful strides. His long, angry steps were causing little billows of dust to follow in his wake.
“I’m not sure you got the memo,” Anderson whispered. “But you’re his.”
Was I?
I kind of thought it might be heading there.
But shit, I didn’t want to go and assume anything.
You know what they said about people who assume.
An ass out of u and me and all that jazz.
His eyes took me in from head to toe, and I could’ve sworn I started to see steam rolling out of his ears.
He finally arrived, and I couldn’t stop myself.
I took two steps forward and threw myself into his arms.
I think I stunned him, too, because it took him a few seconds to recover and wrap those muscled biceps around me and squeeze.
Not lightly, either.
I squeaked and threw my head back with laughter. “You made it!”
“I did,” he confirmed, his eyes going to Anderson.
That’s when I finally realized my mistake.
“Oh.” I paused. “Callum, this is my brother, Anderson. Anderson, this is my… Callum.”
Callum’s arm tightened around my body before he let me go and offered his hand to Anderson.
I knew what Callum saw. A big, barrel-chested, dark-skinned man that didn’t resemble me in the slightest.
Anderson’s father and my father weren’t the same. The same went for my sister Abby’s father. Abby, Anderson, and I all had different dads.
But we all shared the same beautiful mother, who was now happily married to her fourth husband, Darrow.
Darrow had been with my mom now for going on eighteen years, and he was more my dad than my biological father was.
“Well hello, Iris’s Callum.” Anderson smiled. “Nice to meet you. I haven’t heard a fuckin’ thing about you.”
I snorted. “That’s because you work too much, loser.”
Callum chuckled as he said, “These are some of my brothers, club and biological. Haggard’s on the left, then Bram, Easton, Price, and Tide.”
“Or.” I paused. “Thief, Reaper, Easton, Trinket, Rook and Shine.”
The last one I pointed at Callum ‘Shine’ Crow.
“Crows.” He paused. “Are you the Murder Brothers I keep hearing about on the motorcycle race circuit?”
“One and the same.” Callum shrugged. “I didn’t know that she raced until we had a conversation over lunch a few days ago.”
Anderson jerked his head. “Well, come watch us slum it up in our cars. Nice to meet you all.”
Just as he said that, three women walked up, walking between the men.
The two younger girls went on either side of Haggard, and the older one went to Bram.
Bram didn’t throw his arm around the woman that came up to him, and I could tell that the action cost him.
Haggard threw his arms around both of the younger ones.
“I’m Sophia.” The young woman on the right held out her hand to me. “Haggard belongs to me.”
Haggard being the eldest of the group.
Damn, they would make some pretty babies.