Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
I nodded. But shit . . . I wasn’t sure I was.
“Tank!” A voice cut through the noise. A mountain of a man with long black hair and tribal tattoos all over his face and body was waving us over. Bull. I knew by looking at him that this was who Tank worked with. Tank didn’t say much, but I knew he considered Bull a friend. I wasn’t sure if Bull felt the same. Wasn’t sure if any if these men could ever truly get over Tank’s Klan past.
Tank led us through the crowd. Suddenly, two men were in front of us. I despised one on sight. “Reaper,” Tank greeted. His arm tightened around my shoulders. “Big Poppa,” he said to the other guy.
“This a slut?” the one Tank called Big Poppa asked.
“My old lady,” Tank replied.
“Fuck, maybe I should’ve been a Klansmen if I got a slut with tits and ass like that.” My head whipped to the side as another mountain, this time with red hair, came up beside us.
“Vike,” Tank said, gritting his teeth.
This “Vike’s” eyes stayed on my chest. “Real or fake?” My mouth dropped open in shock. “No, don’t tell me.” He stared at my tits for another minute before clicking his fingers. “Fake. Dr. Turnbull, right? I’d know his work anywhere.”
I broke from Tank. He tried to hold on, but instead I walked the few inches to Vike. I palmed my tits in both hands and said, “All real, darlin’. Tank’s a fucking lucky guy.”
Vike’s eyes widened and he groaned. “Tank,” he said, pointing at Tank’s face. “I really fuckin’ hate you right now.” Vike rubbed his hand over his dick. He looked around the room. “Now I gotta get some slut to tit-fuck my anaconda so I can picture myself coming all over yours.” He shook his head. “Bitch, I was just gonna do some tequila shots too.” He shrugged. “But when the anaconda needs feeding . . .” With that he was off across the room, grabbing a big-titted blonde and pushing her hand straight to his cock. The girl’s face lit up like it was Christmas and the big red giant was Santa Claus.
Idiot.
Reaper and Big Poppa had walked off. Tank led me to Bull and the others, but not before he’d kissed my cheek. I smiled, knowing I’d handled myself right.
When we arrived at the table, Tank nudged his head toward me. “Beauty.” He introduced everyone. “Bull, and his old lady, Letti. Styx and Lois. Bone and his old lady, Marie.”
They all flicked their chins in greeting. Letti was dark-skinned like Bull, tattooed, and scowling at me. Styx, who I knew to be Reaper’s son, barely looked at me. The brunette on his lap got up and held out her hand. “Hey, sugar.” I shook it. Bone and Marie were old. Like, really old. Marie looked haggard and worn, but her smile fucking lit up the room. As she pushed her aging body from her seat, I saw a small oxygen tank beside her. I smiled. She was rocking a cut with Bone’s name on, and leather pants. “Fucking beautiful, honey.”
“Thanks,” I said and pointed to her pants. “Good taste.” She winked and sat back down. Bull pointed at two seats beside him and Letti, and Tank and I sat down. Bull and Tank immediately started talking. Letti grabbed the bottle of whiskey and went to pour us two shots. She stopped and said to me, “Can you handle whiskey, or you more of a cooler girl?”
Her fucking sarcasm pissed me off. “Just pour the damn whiskey, darlin’. Whatever you pour I sure as shit can handle. Probably even drink your butch ass under the table.”
“That so?” Letti said, and fuck if there wasn’t a smirk pulling on her face. I knocked back the shot she poured then slammed the glass down and flicked my chin, telling her I wanted another.
After five shots, I asked, “Proved myself to you yet?” She was built for a woman, clearly lifted weights. She wore jeans and Bull’s cut. Her eyes narrowed at me. I leaned forward. “Just ’cause I got big tits, a fucking spectacular ass, and the face of an angel doesn’t mean I can’t hang with you bitches, darlin’. Remember that.”
Bull and Tank had stopped talking, and Bull was looking at his old lady like he was waiting for her to cast judgment on me. She finally shrugged and then poured me another. I knocked it back. “Most of the women here are sluts,” she said. “Pining for Hangman cock to fill their rancid pussies. As long as you don’t turn into one of them, we’re good.”
I pushed the empty shot glass to her. “Better stop fucking loading me with whiskey then, darlin’.” My head swam. “Just checking . . . there’s only one of you, right?” Letti’s mouth dropped. I laughed. “I’m just fucking with you, darlin’. But all the same, cut me the fuck off from this wife-beating fuel and get me a wine cooler up in here!”