Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
I narrowed my eyes on my beer bottle as a thousand different things went through my head at once.
I can’t believe you trapped me into marrying you.
I can’t believe you gave me a date rape drug to make me fuck you.
I can’t believe we now have a baby on the way and I can’t fucking leave because my morals don’t allow me to leave a woman that’s carrying my child.
I can’t believe you think I care even a single bit about you. If you weren’t carrying my child, I could give any less of a crap about you.
I didn’t answer her.
Instead, I stayed quiet, even though every inch of my being wanted to yell at her…tear her apart with my words.
I slept next to the woman every single fucking night, and my skin crawled the entire time.
Instead, I stayed awake and watched the window beyond my room, wishing it was Annie in bed with me instead of the woman currently looking at me like I’d skinned her pet rabbit in front of her eyes.
I flipped on the TV once I reached the living room, ignoring Jennifer and the fact that it was nearly four AM.
I had to be up in less than an hour anyway, so what was the point of trying to go back to bed?
Then again, I hadn’t slept well in over four months since I’d married Jennifer.
“Are you just going to fucking ignore me for the rest of the night?” She hissed.
I finally looked away from the TV, unaware what was even on, and stared at her.
“Go away.”
Jennifer narrowed her eyes.
“You’re my husband, I can talk to you whenever I fuckin’ want to,” she murmured.
I narrowed my eyes at her.
“That’s crass. Stop talking like a piece of trash and leave me alone,” I growled, turning my eyes back to the TV.
“I don’t even know why I married you. I should divorce you,” she hissed.
I wish you would. Then I’d be off the hook.
She wouldn’t do that, though.
Not with my father being who he was.
What Jennifer saw was dollar signs, meaning she would never leave.
I smiled to myself.
What she didn’t know was that I couldn’t touch my money until I was forty years of age.
I kept my accounts to myself, too.
I paid for Jennifer’s doctor bills, the house note, all the utility bills and food.
What I didn’t pay for were Jennifer’s clothes, her car note, nor her credit card bills.
I’d also made her sign a pre-nup that was not only iron clad, but it gave her absolutely nothing.
Nothing.
And the first time she cheated, she’d get slapped with a custody suit a mile wide.
And she would cheat.
It was only a matter of time.
I didn’t expect it to happen yet, seeing as how she was pregnant with my kid, but I wouldn’t put it past her to try.
Nobody in this town would do her, though.
She’d have to go find it somewhere where everyone didn’t know me.
“I wish you didn’t treat me so badly. I’m your wife and the mother of your child,” she hissed.
I looked back at her.
“And how did you get to be that again? Was it my beer that you dropped the drug in, or my Jack and Coke?” I challenged.
She snapped her mouth shut, knowing when it was time to shut up and leave.
Which was good for her, because I was about to fuckin’ lose it.
She left with a stomp of her feet, and I smiled.
Goddamn that woman was a piece of work.
I turned back to the TV, groaning when Annie’s commercial came on.
God, now that woman was somethin’.
She was a fuckin’ beauty, and I’d give my left nut to have her.
“Come down and visit me,” my Annie on the commercial smiled at the camera. “I’ll give you a massage and style that you’ll love.”
Maybe a massage was in my future.
Chapter 2
Almost every hand you’ve ever shaken has had a dick in it at some point.
-Proven Fact
Mig
“Can you repeat that? I don’t think I heard you quite right,” I said into the mic I had in my hand.
I was working a case with the local Sheriff’s Department, and I was currently about five minutes away from the only diner in town to get food.
Something I’d told to about three sheriff’s deputies, one of those being my good friend, and MC brother, Ridley.
Ridley was a member of the Uncertain Saints with me. He’d also been one of the men that’d recruited me for the club.
“I said there’s a man wielding a chain saw at the diner. I’m asking you to be cautious when you go,” Ridley replied seriously.
I pinched the bridge of my nose with my forefinger and thumb, and sighed.
“Got it,” I said, pulling into the driveway that would lead me down to the diner.
The diner was located on Uncertain’s claim to fame, The Caddo River.
I dropped the mic into its holder and got out of my company issued truck.