Novel-novel oleh Crow

I made a face staring at the rest of the crew who were, for some fucking reason, sitting all in front of me like I did something. Did someone see? They did, didn’t they? Fucking hell. Doesn’t matter. I’m not letting Decker go. Not after that kiss. No way in hell. “So…” I drawled, trying to flash my brightest smile at them. “How’s the weather—?” “Stay silent, Remy Lou,” Not a full name. I’m alive. I’m free! The door opened and Decker Kane walked in. He didn’t look like I’d attempted to break his balls but that’s also probably because he barely showed any emotions to begin with. My father didn’t seem to notice that he looked a little disheveled though as he turned his attention back to me, his eyes cold. He slipped a file to me. “Did you know about this?” I raised an eyebrow and looked down. I opened it. I looked back up. “Why the fuck is Travis Benson with the President of the Serpents Club?” “That’s his baby brother.” I blinked. Laughed. “That’s cute. I know Travis. He’s a

“Never seen anyone look this pretty to unclog a toilet before. You seen it before, Slink?” Buggy asked. Slink, the two timing bastard, leaned backwards into the cars. “Been in a rundown club with piss being sprayed in the air. Never a pretty woman going at it with shit.” I stopped my momentary pounding,the mask on my face hiding my lips but not my eyes as I glared at them. They look elsewhere immediately. Wolf is the only one still staring at me. “I’m sorry, Remy. I didn’t… I didn’t think he’d put you here,” “Tell me how sorry you are one more time, and I will shove this plunger on your face.” “Understood.” Decker Kane appeared in my room by 6am claiming I’d already missed orientation with the other prospects and because of my lateness and my disappointing him meant I was to do whatever the other members wanted. Hell, I thought he was joking so I did my hair and makeup, wore a flannel shirt, shorts and high heeled boots— but the bastard meant it. And after cleaning the d

I looked much more like my father than I did my mom which wasn’t too disappointing especially since he was still a stud at fifty. Gray hair that made him like a silver fox in his prime. And those dark eyes that spelled trouble. Made sense why mom fell for him. Also made sense why I fell for Decker. “Kane.” His voice was low. “Out.” Mhm. Should not have run my big mouth to a certain man. The second Kane left, my father spoke, “Sit.” I crossed my arms. “No ‘baby girl, I missed you?’ Or ‘welcome home, there’s always a place for you in my court?’ Cause that’s what I need right now after what Travis—” “Everyone knows you hated that coward so the pity party you desire won’t work.” I sighed. “I’ll take my losses.” The second I moved to sit, my father had reached me in three strides and wrapped me up in his arms. He smelled masculine, but with a mix of engine oil and the sun and all those things I liked about getting hugs from him when I was six. “You look like shit.” I didn’t h

They missed me so much, it was almost unbelievable. “Jesus Christ, did you get surgery , when did your ass get so big?!” Buggy said, his gold teeth gleaming at me. “You look so fucking hot, Remy!” An old rookie and friend, Slink chipped in. “Hope you’re staying forever, this time! Almost got the entire pack looking for you! Can’t trust those other weak men to treat our princess good, can we, boys?!” Wolf Kane, baby brother of Decker Kane raised his alcohol glass, his eyes glistening at me. They all cheered loudly in return. Decker Kane on the other hand, was keeping his distance. The entire gang had been super excited to see me again and had taken me to their bar. The women were usually never allowed in there except on rare occasions so here I was, in my teeny shorts and tight top with all of these men who were drinking for my return. He’s lurking somewhere. I know it. “But it’s good to have you back, though. Not everyone knows how to fix a motorcycle the way you do,”

“You should have locked the door, baby,” Were the words I said to my fiancé before I smashed my baseball bat into his face for cheating on me with my best friend. Or the bitch I thought was my best friend. Of course, I destroyed his apartment, maybe even ripped up important certificates and whatever, but he fucking got that coming for himself. Three years pretending to even fucking like him. Three years of pretending that I wanted to be normal. Hell, I even quit smoking just so I could fit in more. Hid my tattoos. Faked all the moans I possibly could so he’d feel better and I’d stop feeling like a whiny, needy fiancée. “Where to?” The taxi driver asked as I slipped into his taxi and slammed the door. “The Iron Clad compound, please,” I pulled out a cigarette from my jacket pocket, placed my bat on the seat beside me and lit it. He stared through the rearview mirror. “I don’t—” “Everyone that owns a cab knows where the compound is, don’t lie to me, I’m not patient. Especia