Contents ( 50)
- Contents
- Chapter One
- Kylo
- Chapter Two
- Saint
- Chapter Three
- Kylo
- Chapter Four
- Saint
- Chapter Five
- Kylo
- Chapter Six
- Saint
- Chapter Seven
- Kylo
- Chapter Eight
- Saint
- Chapter Nine
- Kylo
- Chapter Ten
- Saint
- Chapter Eleven
- Kylo
- Chapter Twelve
- Saint
- Chapter Thirteen
- Kylo
- Chapter Fourteen
- Saint
- Chapter Fifteen
- Kylo
- Chapter Sixteen
- Saint
- Chapter Seventeen
- Kylo
- Chapter Eighteen
- Saint
- Chapter Nineteen
- Kylo
- Chapter Twenty
- Saint
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Kylo
- Epilogue
- Kylo
- Acknowledgments
- Also by Lila Rose
- Connect with Lila Rose
- Releasing next year:
- West's Story
“What’s up with him?” I asked Death, even though I knew it was from my entrance. Shit, it was funny and sweet at the same time.
Death shrugged. “Accident?”
“Probably.”
Death yelled, “Comes outta your pay, prospect.”
Kylo waved him off, taking note, but got back to work getting another drink.
Bethy’s other hand slid to my stomach. I caught her eyes and grabbed her hand. “Not now, honey.”
She pouted. “But, baby….”
I winked. “Maybe later, yeah. If you haven’t got another brother goin’, that is.”
She giggled. “We’ll have to wait and see.” She kissed my cheek and walked off, swaying her hips.
Bethy, like most women here, were club sluts. They were at the compound to party and fuck, and that was it. Okay, there were some who wanted to find an old man in the brotherhood, but we were smart enough not to join ourselves with a club slut because all they were after was the biker life. Not something real.
It was good to have them around when we wanted a wet hole to sink into, but I wasn’t into a relationship with a woman who had fucked all the other single, and some married, brothers.
“Not feelin’ it tonight?” Death asked when she was out of earshot.
“Nah, brother. Well, not Bethy anyway.” I didn’t dare look down the bar at Kylo because Death picked up on a lot of shit before it even registered in the person actually doing it. But yeah, I was in the mood for Kylo’s mouth once again. It’d been too damn long, and while the game of Kylo avoiding me was fun, I wanted to be around him more. I was ready to chase. Christ, my dick was so eager it jerked in my pants as if in search of my desires. Smiling, I asked, “What about you?” to get my mind off him.
He snorted. “Brother, you know I don’t go near the bunnies around here.”
Yeah, I did, but my mind had been on someone, and I’d forgot for a moment. Death preferred his women away from the compound. His tastes were flight attendants, bankers, lawyers, hell, anything that could challenge him and not be an easy piece of ass.
“Yeah, I remember.”
“Who’s at the club tonight?”
“State.”
“Did you hear about what happened to him a couple of days ago?” Death asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, fuckin’ stupid pigs.” State had been out on a date with the woman he was chasing, and the cops busted it up by arresting him on a charge of murder, which was all crap. It was lucky we had a good lawyer on the payroll. However, we hadn’t needed to call our lawyer since State’s woman had got one of the best in town, with the help of her parents, and sent them quickly to attend State. I could see good things happening for State and Courtney.
Kylo stopped in front of us. He gave us a chin lift. “Get you two anythin’?”