Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Not that he was excusing the guy’s behavior. The man was an evil fucker true to the core, and putting him down had been the best thing for the club and the world. It was a lot safer place, that was for sure.
“Do you think I would just randomly sleep with men?” Petal asked.
“No.”
“Do you think I’m easy to get into bed?”
“Fuck, no.”
“Then tell me how you and I are here, if we’re not … making this work?”
Dirty sat up, cupped her face, and stared into her beautiful eyes. She was stunning, and he wanted her. So desperately.
And then, he kissed her hard. Sliding one of his hands back to sink into her hair as he took possession of her lips. He growled against her lips. This woman was his. All his, and he wasn’t going to let her go. Not a second time. The first time was bad enough.
Petal suddenly pulled away. “This is not some deal, is it? You haven’t agreed with Colt to keep me busy or doing a favor for Warden, or Kim, or Rosalie?”
“Fuck, no. I have learned my lesson. This is real. This is all me, and all us.”
Petal stroked his face. “Good, because I don’t want to be hurt like that again. I don’t want to be hurt ever again. Please don’t hurt me.”
He saw the grief in her eyes. “Never. I will never hurt you. I can’t guarantee I won’t piss you off along the way. You may even want to cut my balls off and feed them to the dog we’re going to get.”
Petal gasped. “We’re getting a dog?”
“I think it is only fair, and while we’re at it, I think it is time we looked for a place, don’t you?”
“I already have a place.”
“It belongs to Rosalie, and besides, we need to start making memories, and if we’re living together, it means I can take you to school and bring you back.”
“I have a car.”
“Yeah, but imagine it, your biker boyfriend taking you home?” He winked at her. “Come on, that has to be some street cred or something?”
Petal giggled. “You’re insane, but I am not going to lie, I do kind of like that. However, it is going to be night school. I’m not going to sacrifice my time at the diner for school. I want to … invest in my future.”
“Are you sure you want the diner?” he asked. “I know if there is something else you wanted, we could find anything for you.”
He’d do anything. Even buy whatever she needed or wanted.
Petal stroked his cheek. “No, I’m happy at the diner, and trust me, I didn’t think I was ever going to say those words and mean them. It’s cool. I love it there, and that’s where I want to stay. Besides, Rosalie was telling me that we are turning a profit, and much faster than you, Warden, and the guys were expecting.”
“We didn’t anticipate everyone has to eat.”
“And Burto is proving to be a much better chef than Al ever was. It’s all good. Of course, having moments like this where we’re in some kind of lockdown doesn’t exactly help business.”
“It’s just temporary.”
“And what happens if nothing … happens? What are you guys waiting for?”
Dirty paused. This was club business and he couldn’t talk to her about that, not really. The truth was, they were laying low, hoping for Fritz to come around so they had something to go on.
So far, they had nothing but the Evil Fuckers MC and a ghost going by the name Diablo, and that wasn’t even concrete. The only connection they had to any of this was Fritz, and the man was in a coma. No one knew when he was going to wake up. It was just a waiting game.
“With what happened to Fritz, and then Colt’s place, we can’t risk it. We unite, hold the fort, and then we attack.”
Chapter Nineteen
Petal folded the laundry. She’d already began making lots of little piles. For the past few days, she had gone through everyone’s room, made a note of who had what, and began the massive task of organizing. Maybe it was growing up with a houseful, or just knowing what she was supposed to be doing, but either way, she had been able to combat what felt like months worth of laundry.
In fact, with the women currently living in the clubhouse, it had gotten a thorough cleanup. Petal hated mess, and it would seem Tanya was not one for it either. Kim had all the help she needed and a husband that wanted to please her.
“I thought I would find you in here,” Rosalie said, coming toward her, holding a mug of coffee.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Petal said. “You could have gotten anybody else to carry me a coffee. I do not want you getting sick.”