Reinventing Mel: A Hellion MC Novel Read Online Free PDF

bitch in the middle of the hall he raced to Bishop's office.
Dare was seated in one of the visitor's chairs with his feet up on a corner of Bishop's desktop.
"You are not going to fuckin' believe this!  Meat asked princess out and she said fuckin' yes!" he boomed after closing the door.
"You're shittin' me," Dare breathed.
"Meat?  As in young Mel?" Bishop asked incredulously.
"That's the one.  Now I need one of you fuckers to tell me why him and not us, huh?  What's he fuckin' got we ain't?"  Silo's disbelief was hard to miss.
"He doesn't even have game, for Christ's sake!"  Dare yelled.
"Maybe that's the fucking attraction," Bishop ruminated.  "Dig it. She's bright and scary smart so maybe quiet is more her damn type."
"He don't seem so quiet when she's around," Silo advised.  "Fuckin' little chatter box during their fuckin' little lunches."
"You think she'll do him?" Dare got straight to the point.
All three men looked at each other.  They had a pool going to see which one of them would get underneath those cute as fuckin' hell petticoats and by what date.  But with her agreeing to go out with the soon to be recruit, the game had changed.
"I call two weeks," Bishop yelled, pulling up his calendar and changing the labels written in the same pink as her hair.
"Nine days," Silo intoned, moving around to stand behind the IT Manager's chair.
"Shit.  He's my fuckin' responsibility and my time with him starts in four days.  So I'm gonna ensure the kid fuckin' hits it in five."  Dare announced with a challenging grin.  "And then we'll get the fuckin' answer to the goddamn carpet and curtains question too."
All three men looked at each other before they burst out laughing.
 

Chapter Four
 
Mel looked over the selection of jeans he had in the top of the small closet.  But then, he didn't need a large space due to the few clothes he had.  Although, with the new HC threads, his wardrobe was expanding.
When Deschames' guards had rounded the remaining people in his family up to be taken to the old man's huge house, they'd been allowed one small suitcase each.  One small suitcase that would hold the whole of the worldly possessions that each of them could take with them. 
All three of them had cried silently during the packing which had been overseen by same people that Mel was so to be a part of.
At the time he'd decided to grab a couple of photo albums and family pics, mementoes of happier times rather than clothes.  Which worked out in his favor since, as one of the old man's personal guards, he'd been forced into weight training by Mr. Terrence, the head of security who held the ear of Deschames.  And Mel'd taken to the punishing training like a duck to water because the pain of lifting eradicated all the protesting noises in his head.  Protestations of the unfairness of life and the hamster-wheel of how he was going to get himself, Der and Jules out and away.  And that had soon found him outgrowing the clothes from home at an alarming rate.
He ran his hand over the stack.  He had five pairs of jeans and one pair of trousers.  Boots wasn't a trousers kind of bar so he considered the different jeans before making his selection. 
Adding a white buttoned-downed shirt with the tails out and cuffs rolled back and his new boots which gave another inch and a half to his height, he perused himself in the bathroom mirror. 
He'd do, he decided.
"Wow, Mel, you clean up nice!" Jules exclaimed as she met him in the small hallway.  "Though you probably should've shaved."
He ran a hand over the scruff on his face.  "I thought this was the style."
"It is but it's gonna scratch her face when you kiss her," Julie explained as if she had all the intel of how it worked when a man and a woman came together.  "Is her name  really Lulu?  That is so cool!"
"Yeah.  She's the definition of the word 'cool'."
"What does she look like?"  Jules asked with big eyes.
"Like that girl with the cupcakes on her boobs on the poster of