Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“Are ye ever goin’ta talk ta her?” Racer asks as he slips into the chair opposite me.
With the rest of the brothers out on runs, O’Hagans, the strip club we own, isn’t too busy tonight. Monster saunters in and stops at the table where Callia is seated with one of the old ladies. He’s told her she can work at the club as a server, but she’s not allowed ta go anywhere near the stage.
The girls dance, but they decide whether they’re goin’ta be strippin’ or not. The idea of Callia gettin’ up there and takin’ her clothes off doesn’t sit well with me.
“She’s a stranger,” I tell Racer as I turn back ta look at him.
I’ve met the bastard when I first asked Monster if I could patch in. I wanted a place ta belong, one that didn’t leave me with guilt. After I watched Da killed by the feckin’ Irish mob scum, on the same feckin’ day Orla left me, the mafia wanted me to join their ranks, but I didn’t see it as my future. I told Ma I was movin’ ta Ireland, and I packed my shite and left.
When I first got here, I lost my way fer a while. I drank too much and picked fights with any fecker I could find who was bigger than me. That’s how I got my road name, Rebel. In the end, it was Monster who set me straight, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Racer was wantin’ to join the club at the same time as me. We went through the shite of bein’ prospects together. It solidified our friendship, our brotherhood. And I trust him with my life.
“But she doesn’t need ta be a stranger,” he responds.
Racer and I have shared a lot of women over the years. Our first time sharin’ was on his seventeenth birthday. She was nineteen and we weren’t meant ta be at the party, but nobody knew we were crashin’ it. The host was nothin’ more than a stuck-up arsehole, so we went in there to cause a ruckus. Instead, we had the best night of our lives.
“I think I need ta go out tonight,” I tell Racer.
“Oh aye?” He leans back in his chair, liftin’ the pint to his lips as he arches a brow at me. He knows I’m goin’ta lose my feckin’ mind if I stay here and watch her all night.
“We can go into the city,” I tell him. “Find some willin’ wee thing and spend the night at her place.”
“Is that because ye want ta forget about Lia?” he challenges me, chucklin’ while doin’ so, and I’m tempted to put a fist in his feckin’ smirkin’ face. “Ye know she’s into ye,” he tells me.
“Ye’re full of shite,” I bite out as I push my chair away from the table with a loud screech and head fer the bar.
Orderin’ another drink, I wait while the barman pours the double shot of Jameson. I can feel her eyes on me. She watches me just as much as I do her. But she’s too feckin’ young. I’m not goin’ there.
I swallow back the whiskey, and as it burns its way down ta my gut, I decide I need ta get out of this feckin’ place before I end up kissin’ her. Over the years, I’ve seen my fair share of beautiful women, but none of them has ever distracted me as much as this wee thing.
“Goin’ out?” Monster says as he steps up beside me.
Even he’s noticed my change in mood when she’s around. It’s clear ta every feckin’ one of my brothers, and it’s botherin’ me; I don’t like it one bit.
“Aye,” I say, forcin’ myself not ta turn and look at where she’s sittin’. “Do ye need me fer anythin’?”
He shakes his head, but he doesn’t look away.
“Ye know, Rebel, she’s more grown-up than a lot of the whores who walk into this place. Ye need ta get ta know her. She’s not goin’ta want ta stay here forever, and once she’s gone, ye’ll always regret not seein’ where this goes.”
“Feck off,” I bite out as frustration claws at me.
As much as I want ta believe my best friend, I know I’m not the man Lia should be with. The girl needs someone who can offer her a happy life, give her a house one day, and a couple of wee ones runnin’ around in the feckin’ garden.
I’m a biker. I’ll never leave this life unless I’m dead. So, fer me ta even consider bein’ with her is ludicrous.
“I’m serious,” Monster says as he grips my shoulder and gives it a reassurin’ squeeze. “She’s a good girl.”
“All the more reason fer me ta stay away from her,” I tell him.
None of my brothers will change my mind on this. There’s never goin’ta be anythin’ between Callia and me.