Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
When Devin arrives, he does so alone. I’m surprised Mom isn’t with him, but I also have a suspicion that when he gets the money, he’s probably going to do a runner so he’s keeping her at arm’s length. Whatever their twisted little relationship is about, Devin cares more about this than he does that.
His eyes swing to me as he walks in and sits down, and he gives me a smirk that I have no doubt will be knocked right off his face when he hears the good news. Afterall, he thinks there’s nothing we can do that’ll take away what he believes is his. He thinks he’s got it all in the bag and that’s the end of it.
He’s about to be mistaken.
“Good to see you’ve finally come to your senses,” he says, eyes on me. “I must warn you, though. If I’m not out of here in fifteen minutes, your mother has been instructed to call the police, so whatever funny business you have planned, you would want to reconsider it.”
I just smile at him.
It’s very clear that throws him off.
Riggs sits down at the head of the table and begins speaking. “You’re here because you threatened someone we care about. It’s not somethin’ we take lightly. We know exactly what you had planned for her, and it was our job to make sure that didn’t come about.”
Devin looks to Riggs. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
Oh, playing dumb. Good one, Devin.
“Oh, but you do know what I’m talkin’ about.” Riggs grins. “The plan is basic, even for your standards.”
Devin’s face goes red and he glares at Riggs. “What have you called me here for if not to give me what’s mine?”
“We’ve called you here because this is goin’ to end, right here, right now. You will leave town and you will leave Ramona alone. You don’t, you get fuck all.”
“I’m not leaving without the money she owes me. You think I’m going to let a bunch of bikers drive me out of town? You’re wrong. You so much as touch me, and you’ll be found out. You’ll never get away with it. I’m not leaving until she gives me my money, no matter how I have to get it.”
Riggs grins.
It terrifies even me.
“That’s the thing,” he goes on, “she has no money.”
“What the fuck do you mean she has no money?” Devin growls. “She’s got millions of it.”
“Yeah, well, she did have millions of it. That was until her shit nosed step-brother started threatenin’ her and so we made sure that money found a new home.”
Devin pales a little.
It’s wonderful to see.
Really wonderful.
“You see, we weren’t goin’ to let you have any way to get what isn’t yours, so we dealt with the money. It’s no longer around, if you don’t believe me, go ahead and try to get her to sign it over. It no longer exists, you’ll be wasting your time.”
“You’re lying,” Devin growls, but I can see his hand trembling.
“I’m not, though,” Riggs says, shrugging. “You see, Devin, I’m a smart man. You underestimated the fact that we can make shit disappear, including you if you don’t back the fuck off. Now, there is no money left, but there is a house. She is willing to sign that house over to you, if you fuck off and stay gone.”
Devin shakes his head. “You’re bluffing. I want to see the bank account. I want proof.”
“Knew you’d ask,” Riggs nods to Adan, who hands over a handful of papers to show the money has, indeed, been removed.
Devin stares at the papers, and whatever they’ve done with the money, he clearly understands because his face goes white as a ghosts and he looks up. “That’s my money!” he roars. “It’s mine! You had no right.”
“It’s not yours, though,” Adan pitches in. “It’s hers and now it’s gone. You can either leave with the house, or you can leave with fuckin’ nothing. Choice is yours.”
Devin looks to me, and I know, I know he wants to say something more, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t because it’ll be pointless. He can’t undo what has been done, no matter how much he threatens me. Without the club, his little plan may have worked, but I’ve got people a whole lot smarter than him in my life and they’re not going to go down without a fight.
“You have three seconds to make the choice, or you leave here with nothing,” I say, even though I’m not supposed to.
Devin’s face turns an ugly shade of red and he growls, “I hope you fucking die a slow and painful death.”
Oh wow.
Harsh.
“Two fuckin’ seconds,” Riggs warns. “My patience is running out.”
“Fine,” Devin growls. “Fine.”
Riggs hands over the paperwork to the house, signed by me, and Devin snatches it before standing and looking down at me. “To hell with you, bitch.”