Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 87911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“What?”
“You heard me. I saw the way she looked at Eagle last night. Don’t you think five years of torture is enough?”
“I’ve been home for two minutes and you want us to marry our parents off?”
“I want to do it right from five years ago. I didn’t mean for that shit to happen, Chloe. You think I haven’t paid for it every single day since then? Believe me, I have. It’s all I’ve ever known. My dad was hurt by what I did, and I don’t want to see him hurt again. With you back, we can fix this.” Her stomach growled. “How about we eat food first, then save our parents.”
He opened the door, letting her walk inside.
There were several people already sitting around eating breakfast. It was still quite early for breakfast. He put a hand on Chloe’s back, noticing the people who glanced and pointed. Anyone who looked at him, he made sure with a single glare that they backed the fuck down and got back to their food.
No one was going to spoil his morning with Chloe. He’d already made a vow that he was going to prove to Chloe she was his world.
They took a seat in the corner; Chloe’s pick, not his. He had no problem being seen with her.
“It seems a video lasts a lifetime, huh?”
“You don’t know if they’re remembering it.”
“The pointing is really hard to miss.”
“Do you want me to kick their asses?” he asked.
“You’d do it?”
“They’re upsetting you and in turn, upsetting me. I want to enjoy breakfast with you, and I’m not going to get to do what I want, until you get what you want, which is to be left alone.”
“Nah, I don’t want to think of blood first thing in the morning.”
“What do you want to think about?”
“Pancakes and waffles. Both. I think I want both, drowned in syrup.” She licked her lips. “Man, it feels good to be home.”
“It does?”
“Yeah. I feel weird saying it, but I do love being home.” She pushed some of her blonde hair out of the way.
He’d noticed the length wasn’t as long.
Chloe still possessed all of her curves, nice big tits, rounded hips, and legs that had felt incredible as he’d slid inside her.
Their time together had been short, but he’d not wanted to blur the memory with anyone else.
“I’m glad to hear it.”
“I could do without the pointing and looks, but we can’t have it all, can we?”
“No.”
She released a breath. “So, how is everything with you? With the whole prospecting thing. I also want to say I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for what happened between my parents to affect your choices with the club. Your standing or whatever it was.”
Alfie laughed. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I didn’t? We had a relationship, and I broke down in front of most of the town, if not the entire town. I’d say I was half the blame. I could have stayed with you, and stuck by you. No one else did, but I ran because I’m a coward. I was so hurt and scared, and angry. I … my feelings were all over the place.”
Alfie reached across the table and took her hands.
“Well, well, well, if it’s not Rock with Chloe. Now, didn’t this end badly the last time?”
“Katie, it’s so nice to see you,” Chloe said.
“Made any porno movies lately?” Katie asked.
Katie had gone to school with them. She’d fucked him a few times before he’d set his sights on Chloe, of course. She had taken it badly when he didn’t show her any attention, and after high school, she’d tried to join the MC as a club whore. She’d hoped to bag one of the men so she didn’t have to work and for them to take care of her. The problem with Katie, she didn’t know when to stop. By becoming a Satan’s Crew MC club whore, her pussy belonged to the club. No one else was allowed to have any of the club-owned pussy, and well, Katie didn’t like those rules, which was why she stood in the diner, working as a waitress, heavily pregnant with no doubt another married man’s bastard.
Not that he was one to talk, seeing as he was one as well.
“Katie, I suggest you change your attitude before I alert Carol to the fact the baby you’re carrying is probably her husband’s. Not to mention, the other two brats you’ve got at home.” He turned to look at Katie, letting her see the disgust he felt for her shine through. “You may think you’ve got the upper hand here, but you don’t. You’re lower than a slut. You couldn’t even make club property, and Chloe, before you, is a lady. What you saw five years ago wasn’t by her choice. Get the fuck away from my table, now!” He stood up, dragging the chair across the floor, gaining the attention of the other diners. “Chloe’s back, and if I hear one of you speak to her or make her feel uncomfortable about the events that happened five years ago, not only will you deal with me, you’ll deal with the club.”