Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
So many mistakes.
Rather than pull his head out of his ass, he stormed over to the table and watched the smile disappear from Petal’s lips.
Myth was still chuckling and he frowned as he looked from him to Petal.
“Hey, man, you okay?”
“I’m hungry,” he said.
Petal glanced toward the main counter and then sighed and pulled out her notebook.
“What do you want?” she asked.
She wasn’t rude, but she avoided his gaze and stared down at her notebook.
Forgiveness. For you to look at me. For you to remember how good we were.
“Double cheeseburger, extra cheese, bacon, fried onions, the works, and cheesy fries,” he said.
He watched as she wrote it down and then disappeared. Dirty couldn’t keep his eyes off her.
“What’s up, man?” Myth asked.
Turning back to his club brother he glared at him. “You could start by telling me what the fuck you’re doing here?”
Myth frowned. “Club orders. I’m not on Kim detail as Warden’s by her side, so I’ve been asked by Kim and Warden to keep an eye on the diner. So here I am. You?”
“Protection detail.”
“And you’re only just turning up?” Myth asked with a smirk.
“I’ve been patrolling, fuckwad. You may think the Evil Fuckers are gone, but I promise you they’re not.”
“You don’t have to worry about me. I know they’re not gone.”
Dirty got tense. He was so pissed that Myth was here with Petal, making her laugh and putting that sparkle back in her eyes. That Myth was the one to make her laugh. None of that mattered, because he knew, no matter what, Myth would have his back. They were club and that meant no woman interfered.
“What do you know?”
“I know it seems too easy. Daemon goes on a rampage killing a few, some of whom I’ve never seen, and they miraculously disappear without a trace. They allow their clubhouse to be bought, ransacked, and torn down. None of it makes sense. Daemon wasn’t the only sick fuck there. They were all sick fucks and all were complicit with him. Something doesn’t add up.”
Dirty nodded. He didn’t need anyone to confirm his suspicions as he knew he was right from the start.
“Good,” he said.
“You want to tell me why you’re pissed that I’m having fun with Petal?”
“Don’t fucking hurt her or touch her,” Dirty said.
Myth blew out a breath. “Stop. It’s not like that.”
“You think I don’t know how gorgeous she is?” Dirty asked. “Don’t try and pretend you don’t see it.”
He was not going to be taken for a fool. Petal was a gorgeous woman, all that blonde hair, her sparkling blue eyes, and when she was actually eating, the curves on her were made for a man to fantasize about.
Of course, he noticed her uniform getting bigger and it pissed him off, big time. He didn’t want to see her suffering.
“Nothing is going on between Petal and me,” Myth said. “Not like that. I like her. She’s nice and she’s easy to talk to, but that’s it.”
Dirty looked at him and didn’t know if he believed him or not.
There was no point in trying to pry, because within seconds, Petal brought him some food, and he was too distracted in watching her to care about it.
Chapter Five
Two Weeks Later
Petal laughed as she walked up the garden path, heading toward her home with Myth not too far behind. In the past few weeks, she’d spent a lot of good times with him. She laughed at another of his joking observations. They’d gone to see a movie, and then had some drive-thru takeout, which they sat in his car eating. The food had been awful, but the service even worse, as the woman or teenager who served them was more interested in scrolling through her cell phone than serving them. Of course, Myth being Myth, he had to tease her and make her work for it. She probably shouldn’t laugh, but she couldn’t help it. It had been so funny to watch.
“Do you want some coffee?” Petal asked, sliding her key into the lock.
“Uh, you know what, yeah, and I think you and I should talk,” Myth said.
This made her frown, but she nodded. Entering her home, she waited for him to follow before closing the door and sliding the locks into place.
After everything that happened, personal safety was not something to be scoffed at. She turned on a couple of lights, and then made her way into the kitchen, aware of Myth following her.
She had no idea what he wanted to talk to her about. Grabbing the kettle, she opened it and checked the water level, seeing it was at the max. She turned toward the stove and lit the gas underneath, waiting. Glancing over at Myth, she saw that he’d taken a seat, so she went toward the cupboard and grabbed mugs, tea, and coffee.