Wick: The Kings of Retribution MC , Louisiana by Crystal Daniels & Sandy Alvarez

Author:Crystal Daniels & Sandy Alvarez [Daniels, Crystal]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-11T16:00:00+00:00

My eyes pop open on a gasp with my heart pounding just as hard as it was while I was lost in my dream. Squeezing my eyes shut, I slow my breathing and shake off the lingering effects.

"Hello? Vayda?" I hear Josie's voice echo through the empty house.

"Great," I mumble to myself. Sitting up, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed. Still agitated that Malik would send Josie over to help me out while he's at the clubhouse dealing with club business, I slowly stand and shuffle across the bedroom and out the door. Before I come to the end of the hall, Josie appears.

"Oh, there you are." She smiles at me. "Were you sleeping?" she takes in my appearance. "Um, would you like something to eat?" she points her thumb over her shoulder. "I bought a few things to stock Wick's fridge and a few pans to cook in. I can fix you something." At the mention of food, my stomach growls. "I'll take that as a yes," Josie giggles. "Do you need help getting down the stairs?" she asks, and I'm quick in rejecting her offer, my words sharp when I say them.

"I don't need your help." I watch her face fall with the bite of my words. She forces a smile.

"Okay. Well, I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." She turns to leave, looking back one more time as I stay motionless before she descends the stairs.

Sighing and feeling a little bad for being such a bitch, I slowly make my way down the stairs, the pain in my side pinching with every step I take as I find my way to the kitchen. Who does Malik think he is anyway? I'm a grown-ass woman. I don’t require a damn babysitter, especially a woman he seems to be cozy with. Anger bubbles inside me, as I walk into the kitchen, past Josie, ignoring her while I sink down onto the chair at the kitchen table.

"I've never slept with him." Josie says with her back to me as the smell of onions and peppers fill the room.

"What does that have to do with me?"

"More than you want to admit." I watch as she cracks open a few eggs, whisks them in a bowl with a fork, then pours them in the pan. "Wick and I are only friends. It's been that way since I joined the club. I've never warmed his bed." Grabbing a couple of plates from the cabinet, she plates some food, then walks in my direction. Setting the plate in front of me, she settles in the chair across from me. I stare at the food she prepared. "He's a good man, Vayda." She pauses. "Can I call you Vayda, or should I call you Tequila like the guys do?"

I pick up my fork. "Vayda is fine. Listen," I look at her as she lifts a bite of food to her mouth. "I'm sorry about before. I appreciate the help. I do.

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