Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Shoving the gun in the bag, I then head out to the warehouse and go to where I hide the marijuana I sell to the public. I shove the zip of Will Robertson, which is named after a character from the TV show Lost in Space, because when you smoke it that's what you are. Grabbing the marijuana, I put it in the gym bag and zip it up, which makes me start thinking about the word zip. The word zip in marijuana lingo means ounce. I shake my head, people who smoke marijuana—especially the recreational users—have their own language. It is really hard to keep up with sometimes because they add new slang terms every day it seems.
9
C
Getting in my truck, I take the gun and marijuana out of the gym bag, putting them in the glove box of the truck, and drive to Jenna's apartment to get ready for Parker's party. Arriving a Jenna's apartment, I grab the gym bag and head up to her unit. Jenna answers wearing boy shorts underwear and a lacy white bra, her figure curvy but so attractive. She reaches out to hug me but stops and scrunches her nose. “You’re sweaty.” She scowls.
“Well, I've been moving all day so...” I defend.
“Go get in the shower.” She points into her apartment. Jenna follows me into the bathroom and sits on the counter while I shower and tell her all about the encounter with my new neighbor. “Wow, he sounds like a dick. Don't let him get to you, C. You hold your ground and if he gets out of line, you call me,” she sasses, aiming her finger at her chest.
“After I'm moved in, I doubt I will see him much, so it should be fine,” I tell her, trying to convince myself more than her.
Jenna does my hair, styling the long, thick chestnut strands so my side-swept bangs blend perfectly with the soft curls flowing down past my shoulders. We fight about all the makeup she wants to put on me, but I allow her to apply eyeliner and mascara on my eyes, along with some blush on my cheeks. Jenna is beautiful: tall and curvaceous with long blond hair and blue eyes. She looks stunning in the black cocktail dress and high heel shoes she decided to wear for tonight, the dress hugs her ample body perfectly. Unlike Jenna, I hate dressing up, high heel shoes are the worst. So, I am wearing slashed, low-rise ankle jeans and a long-sleeved crop top shirt with a high low hemline. The back of the shirt is solid with the hem ending just at my butt. The front has a lace see-through panel built-in from the bottom of the crop top, just below my breasts to the hemline, making the sliver of skin between my belly button and the top of my jeans slightly visible. I finish with high-top, cheetah print tennis shoes with black laces. Jenna and I check ourselves one more time at the full-length mirror in her bathroom. When I look down at my watch and see it is seven thirty. I have to be at the motorcycle club at eight. Shit, I need to leave now. “Hey, Jenna, I need to go by and pick up Parker's present, so I need to go, okay?” I lie. I already got his present last week.
“Yeah, sure, I'll see you there,” she replies, walking me to the door.
God, I hate lying to her, but I can't tell her what I'm doing either.
Pulling up to the clubhouse it is seven fifty-nine. I can't really make out what the building looks like in the dark, other than it’s large. Steps lead up to the roof-covered deck of the building. A sign over the door where I see people going in and out reads Rush Riders. Grabbing the gun and the marijuana out of the glove box, I put the gun in the back waistband of my jeans, covering it with my shirt. Shit, this shirt is thin, but if I don't bend over no one should be able to see the outline of it. I grab my purse from the back seat of the truck and put the bag of marijuana and my phone in it. Entering the club, it is smokey and loud. “Shake It Off” by Taylor Swift is blaring through the speakers and there are lots of girls walking around scantily clothed. There are men lined up at a bar on the right side of the room, drinking and laughing. To the left side of the room there are tables filled with people doing the same. I'm scanning the room looking for Billy, when a tall blond-haired, busty woman startles me. “Can I help you, darlin?” she asks looking me up and down, clearly noticing I don't belong here. “Um… I'm looking for Billy,” I shout over the music. Before she can answer, I spot Billy, who is in the back corner of the bar. He is standing on his tiptoes, stretching his head as high as he can, moving from side to side, trying to see around the people between us. Waving his hand in the air, he motions for me to come to him. “There he is,” I say, pointing to Billy, who is still stretching and waving at me. She looks at him and then back to me, looking me up and down before she scowls and disappears into the crowd of people. Walking through the bar, I notice at some of the tables girls are sitting on guys’ laps. Some of them are grinding their hips on the guys, and I'm pretty sure I saw one girl giving a guy a blow job, but I'm too embarrassed to look again for confirmation. Making it to Billy, I see he is at a table with a computer. With his dark blond hair in his eyes, I can’t see his them, but the smell of worn leather wafts around us from his sleeveless leather jacket. Leaning in my ear, he says, “Sorry I couldn't meet you outside, sweetie. I'm the DJ tonight and have to stay here,” he explains, pointing to the computer.