Forever (Lost Souls MC #1) - Blue Saffire Page 0,2

King goes straight ballistic if anyone even looks at me or Misty for that matter. Touching one of us is like committing suicide.

However, when it comes to me a lot of guys have a death wish. Some guy is always getting his ass handed to him because of me. Since I was sixteen, I’ve had a double-D cup, with hips and ass to match.

I’m five feet, four and a half inches tall. Yes, I am going to count my half. Every inch counts for this little mama here.

At twenty-two, you would think I have learned a thing or two. It’s not my fault. It’s not like I try to bring on the attention.

Hell, I go out of my way to avoid it. I wear baggy T-shirts and loose jeans in hopes to hide my curves. I even try to hide behind the mass of my curly bush of hair.

It doesn’t work. For some reason, guys like to see if they can get the chubby little nerd to drop her panties for them. It’s a wonder King even lets me out the house these days. I’ve packed on a few pounds that have gone straight to my hips and ass.

“Hey, you all right in there?” This guy doesn’t know when to quit. He scratches at the door like a puppy begging to get in. “I’m telling you, you’re in for a good time. Come on out.”

I groan and pout at the door. King is going to lose his shit when he finds out what I’ve gotten into this time. I bet he wishes I were more like my sister, Sal.

She never gives him any trouble, but I think that’s because she isn’t around. Sal may have everyone else fooled, but not me.

I guess that’s why King made sure I picked a college a state over. Not too far away, but far enough. I know he thought sending me and Misty away to college would be for the best, but it hasn’t worked out that way so far. We’re home more than we’re on campus and when we’re on campus, shit like this happens.

“Come on, Eva, open the door,” my “date” slurs from the other side of the door.

He’s such a jerk. He said he forgot his wallet in his apartment, and we would only need to stop here for a few seconds to get it. A few seconds turned into him having a few beers, which turned him into Mr. Touchy Feely.

The only reason I’m even on this date is because of Misty. She asked me to tag along on a double date with her and some guy she has been seeing. Well, my dear friend, Misty happened to get a stomach virus, which certainly stopped any plans she had to go out. She has been no good to the world for the last two days, held up in the bathroom with her phone and the toilet.

She cancelled on her date, but insisted I still go. I’m so pissed at her right now. I never date and I mean, never. King would have a coronary if he knew this is how my first date turned out.

A date with a douchebag. King has such big dreams for me. He wants his little sister to have it all.

Yup, I’m his little sister no matter who our parents are. He has always looked out for me. Now that he’s the president of the Lost Souls, he takes his role even more seriously. I think, to King, taking care of me is one of the duties he inherited from the former president, his dad.

“I should be studying for my architecture exam, not on a date with this douche,” I mumble to myself.

Then there’s the fact that I also have an interview King set up for me tomorrow morning. It’s for an internship at one of the brother’s firms.

Oh, yeah, the Lost Souls may be a bunch of down and dirty, red-blooded bikers, but there are some really wealthy ones among the ranks. You wouldn’t know it when at the club. They all blend in, rough, dirty, and as raw as they come. However, there are those among the brotherhood who have placed themselves in the right social circles to run shit.

I sigh heavily as I stare at my phone. There’s only one way out of this apartment, if I want out of here anytime soon.

I plan to kill Misty.

Brick

“I’ve got you, brother. I’ll take care of it,” I say to King on the other end