Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13385 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13385 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
I hadn’t meant to almost hit her. I swore I hadn’t. I’d just been running late and didn’t want to miss a single part of Bentley officially becoming Mikayla and Beaus son and a member of the Storm Hogs MC family. He was important to all of us, and I was terrified I was going to be late for his big day.
Bentley deserved to have everyone here on one of the most momentous days of his life, and I wouldn’t be one of the many people in his life who had already let him down.
“Shit,” I muttered. “Hey, wait—” Beau stepped into my path, and I cursed, coming to an abrupt halt. I thrust my hand through my hair, glaring at him as the blonde disappeared into the courthouse. “What the fuck, bro?”
“Did you really just almost run over the photographer?” he hissed at me. I groaned and scrubbed my hands down my face. I’d almost hit the photographer. The most important person at this event besides Bently, Mikayla, and Beau. Christ, I’d really almost fucked this entire day up.
“I didn’t mean to. I fucking swear,” I told him, meaning it. I sighed, smacking my hands against my sides. “I didn’t want to be late.”
Beau pinched the bridge of his nose before dropping his hand and narrowing his eyes at me. “Best fucking behavior, Remi.” I nodded once. “Mikayla was ready to rip your fucking head off your shoulders for almost hitting her. If you had, this entire day would’ve gone to shit.”
I cringed. “I’ll buy her apology cupcakes later,” I told him. His wife was the sweetest woman I’d ever met, but when it came to Bentley, she was a nightmare. I did not want to end up on her bad side.
“Better make them damn good ones,” Beau told me. He clapped a hand to my shoulder and nodded his head toward the courthouse. The pretty, blonde photographer came to mind again, and I blew out a soft breath. “Let’s go.”
Nodding, I fell into step beside him, heading into the courthouse to watch Bentley become an official member of our family. He’d been a member since Beau and Mikayla brought him home, but today, it was time to cement it and make it permanent.
I’d find the photographer later and apologize to her…and Mikayla.
But I really didn’t want the gorgeous photographer mad at me. The way her violet eyes had lit up in rage, her cheeks flushing…
Fuck.
I grunted and yanked my t-shirt over my head, slipping my arms through the sleeves. I was finally out of the damn button-down shirt I’d had to wear for the adoption ceremony, which had only made me feel like I was crawling out of my skin the entire time.
Irritation rode hard on my shoulders. That damn photographer—Selma, I’d learned her name was—had done a damn good job at making sure I couldn’t speak a word to her. The only reason I’d finally left was because I’d overheard Mikayla telling her she expected to see her at the clubhouse for the celebration.
And if Mikayla—or any of the club wives, really—wanted something, they got it. So, I knew I’d be seeing her here. In fact, I was counting on it.
I pushed my black hair off my forehead and grabbed a wristband, tying whatever I could back. I needed a haircut, but I was too damn lazy to go get one. And honestly, pulling my hair back like this was beginning to grow on me. It also kept my hair out of my face at all times, which was a fucking win, in my opinion.
Adler and Seb were emptying sodas into a cooler when I walked outside. Seb nodded once at me, his lips tilting up the slightest bit. He wasn’t much of a talker, but he didn’t need to be. He was an expert at nonverbally communicating. Besides, his wife, Athena, did enough talking for both of them.
“Anything I can help with?” I asked them.
“Mind getting the grill fired up?” Adler asked me. “Harlan is seasoning the steaks now.”
I snorted. “And you trust him to do that?”
“Fuck you!” Harlan yelled from the open kitchen window.
I barked out a laugh. “Bend over for me then, Harlan!”
He held his middle finger out the window. Chuckling, I walked over to the shed on the edge of the property. After sifting through my keys for the right one, I unlocked the door and hopped inside, grabbing the charcoal off the shelf in the back. I made sure to lock the door back—it had a bad habit of tricking us into thinking we’d locked it—and then headed over to the grill.
“Hey!” Elliot shouted as he came outside. I looked over at him, arching my brow. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I forgot to buy the beer.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Elliot,” I snapped. “You had one job. One. Now what are we going to drink? Fucking soda?” It was either that or water, and after the way my day had been going so far, I didn’t want either of them.