Page 33 of Thorsten Wisely Dicey MC

My brother is covered with scars all over his body. He turned some of the larger scars across his face into feathers through tattoos. No one has ever called him handsome. Our mother was the last one who did…until the day our father killed her. He was holding her hand and due to shock he ran blindly right through a glass door.

So, no…handsome is not a word people would use when it comes to my brother.

“Why the fuck did you just call my brother handsome?” I harshly ask.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

– LIVI –

Thorsten is really asking me why I called his brother handsome? Shit. I didn’t know he was his brother. Is he? Or brother in the sense of brotherhood? I take in Falcon’s features and I see through the scars and tattoos to see the similarities. Even if I have to ignore the way he’s throwing me a death glare.

I slowly shake my head and face Thorsten as I point at his brother. “Are you kidding me? He’s the epitome of the phrase bad boy. Like…the guy every girl who reads smutty dark romance books reads about. For real, Thorsten, he’s a wet dream. Do you want me to text a picture of him to my friend Makenzie? She’ll tell it to you straight and you’ll see I’m not fucking lying. So, me calling him handsome is mild because you’re my guy and I couldn’t care less about any other man. But I’m not freaking blind or stupid either. Hence the harmless handsome comment.”

Annnnd cue the awkward silence…until there’s suddenly a phone shoved in my face. I glance up to see Falcon waving it at me.

“You want me to take your picture and show it to her?” I guess by the way he has his phone ready to go with the camera app.

I get a tight nod. This man is intriguing for sure. He doesn’t talk and still communicates in his own way. I wonder how he obtained all the scars and why there wasn’t any information about him ever existing.

Taking the phone from his hand I snap a picture. No smile, you can say it’s his resting bitch face the way he has a death glare as a default. I don’t show it to him but simply text Makenzie the photo along with the message, “Hey Kenz. Using a friend’s phone to show you this guy. What do you think? Lemme know, Livi.”

I hand the phone back to Falcon.

Thorsten moves past me. “Hand me the phone, brother.”

Said phone vibrates in Falcon’s hand and my lips part in awe as I watch how his mouth tips up at the corners. The skin pulls together due to the scars, and yeah, I do have to admit…people would stare and freak when they would see him walking the streets. Not just the scars, though. It’s the ink everywhere, along with his imposing size and muscles.

“What did she say?” I ask.

He shoots me a freaking wink, smacks his brother’s shoulder, and then knocks his fist against his chest, ending with a tight nod.

“Thanks, brother,” Thorsten croaks.

I bounce my gaze between the two brothers and then scan the faces of the rest of the men sitting at the table. They are all staring at Falcon, who is now standing in the corner, completely engrossed with his phone, a small, weird smile still in place.

“Any chick who makes Falcon smile is o-fucking-kay with me,” Jocko states.

Agreements bounce off the wall and every single biker is slamming his flat hand on the table. I wince at the loud sound and get to my feet.

“No, really, Falcon, what did Kenz say?” I ask when I’m standing right in front of him.

He completely ignores me while his fingers slide over the screen of his phone. I can tell they are shooting messages back and forth and I’m freaking intrigued.

“Oh, come on, dude. She’s my friend,” I grumble.

Falcon gives me a tight nod and I swear the man has to scroll before showing me the screen of his phone to read Kenz’s reply. A grin automatically slides across my face when I read my friend’s reply.

“What did she say?” Thorsten asks when he steps closer.

Falcon shoves his phone back into the pocket of his jeans and stomps right out of church.

Thorsten turns his attention on me. “What did the text say?”

I glance behind us, all brothers are staring in our direction, ears flapping and all.

“Get lost,” Thorsten snaps. “We’re done here.”

A few sounds of complaints flow through the room, but at least they leave. The last one going through the door is Macsen.

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