Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
For all of us.
Chapter 8
Aisling
My life had somehow become ten times crazier.
I inhaled deeply as I drove to the clubhouse with boxes full of my things in the backseat and in the truck of my car.
Today, I was moving into the clubhouse and kickstarting this new chapter in my increasingly strange life.
Despite me not being the best tenant, Brianna still wished me well when I returned my apartment key to her. She was probably one of the sincerest people that I knew, so I thanked her and looked toward the future where everything was about to change.
The deal I agreed to was insane and unheard of, but I couldn’t deny the fact that I needed support through this pregnancy.
I needed a safe place to stay, funds for all the baby stuff and appointments, and whatever emotional support I could get from these big biker guys. They promised all of that to me if I let them have a big part in raising my baby.
As long as I got to be there for my child, I was willing to take the risk and accept the deal. If I could get closer to the others like I got to Cameron, maybe things wouldn’t be so bad.
Maybe they would accept me more and let me have more say in the upbringing of the baby.
But the future was so uncertain.
The one thing that gave me comfort was the fact that I could always ditch these guys before the baby was born if I felt uncomfortable around them. I could pack up and disappear at any point for me and the baby’s safety.
My survival instincts were already ringing, and there was a little voice in the back of my mind that told me that this was a terrible idea. That I should run far away, but I couldn’t. I was uncontrollably drawn to these men, and they had been inhabiting my mind for days now.
Kai’s grumpy, cocky attitude. Cameron’s tender side. Auden’s irresistible flirty side. Hayden’s charm and humor…
I wanted to know more about the others, to really get to know all of them as people and not just members of this biker club. There was so much below the surface.
My fingers tightened around my steering wheel as I pulled up in front of the familiar brick building. Either they were listening for me, or they had a sixth sense, but as soon as I got out of my car, the door opened.
I looked up and froze in place, confusion ringing across my face at the sight of two guys who looked like Cameron but weren’t Cameron walking toward me.
“Um… hello,” I greeted them, blinking a few times and wondering if I was somehow drugged on the way here or if I was dreaming.
Both of them were only wearing what looked like black, athletic shorts without any shirts, so I supposed they were working out. Telling from their muscular chests and abs, they definitely did that often.
“Sorry we didn’t see you before. We were doing a run,” one of them with tattoos on his hands, arms, and chest said. “But you met our brother, Cameron.”
“Okay, wait. You guys are… triplets?” I asked, my voice nearly faltering.
The other one without tattoos but with more muscle in his arms and chest smirked a little as he nodded.
“I’m Chris. This is Claude,” he introduced them before nodding to my car. “Got boxes for us to move in?”
I didn’t reply at first because every romance book I ever read with twins and triplets zipped through my mind, making my face burn. This was crazy! Hot triplets. What was my life?
“Oh, yes,” I replied once I snapped myself back to reality. “There’s just a few in the backseat and the trunk.”
“We got them,” Claude told me as they walked past me, his hand brushing my arm. “Go on ahead and wait for us inside.”
I flashed them a grateful look before heading into the clubhouse. There was no one else around, so I could only guess that they were off riding or doing business. I decided to turn a blind eye to that as much as I could since they assured me that it wouldn’t affect me or the baby.
A few seconds later, Claude and Chris entered the clubhouse with boxes in their arms.
They led me into the bedroom that I would be staying in, which was decently sized with a queen-sized bed, a dresser with a television on top of it, a small walk-in closet, and a wooden desk with a chair. There weren’t any decorations, but I could easily fix that.
It didn’t take them long to haul all of the boxes into the room, placing them along the wall so that I could go through them one by one.
Instead of leaving, they sat down on the edge of my bed, slightly creasing the white sheets.