Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“At what?”
“Talking about shit. The serious shit, anyway,” she clarified.
“I guess we do. In our defense, it’s new for both of us. But while we’re on the topic of serious shit. I’m pretty fucking serious when I tell you I love you, baby,” I said, watching her eyes soften as she looked at me. “And that I want you here. And that I would be more than happy if we went and got your shit, and moved you in here. At least for the time being. I figure, eventually, we might want to get a place of our own.”
“I like it here for now,” she said, leaning into me. “The family stuff that I’d never really had before. I like it.”
They liked it too. Especially as she started coming out of her shell.
More and more, I found her hanging out with the girls when they were around. I’d even seen her playing with Delaney’s kid and helping Morgaine paint her toenails since she couldn’t do it anymore over her rapidly growing belly.
She would help Detroit get the table ready or do the cat’s litter box, watching Cat closely out of the corner of her eye, knowing he was looking for an opening to claw at her.
She was fitting in.
And the longer it went on, the more she felt that way.
Those guards of hers slowly got lowered. The walls crumbled.
And, fuck, was it a beautiful thing to see.
“Do you miss it?” I asked a few days later as we stood at the beach outside of her home. “The view, the area?” I added to her silence.
“I think I might miss the beach,” she admitted. “But the mountains are so nice too. And, I figured, I could still keep the condo,” she said. “Rent it out or something, then we could come here for vacations. The whole club could take turns using it, even,” she added. “Same for the safe houses. Why get rid of things that we could all still use?”
The fact that she was thinking about that kind of shit just showed how serious she was about me, about us, about the future we had ahead of us.
“That’s a great idea,” I agreed. “But I do think we should probably fuck on every surface of your house before we open it up to the public to do the same,” I said, watching as she shot me a look that was both bemused and heated at the same time.
Then, yeah, we went ahead and broke in that condo of hers before we packed up and headed back to our life in Shady Valley.
Murphy - 1 year
“Can you fucking believe this?” Rook raged, pacing the clubhouse so frantically that I was actually a little worried about the floor beneath him.
His P.O., the infamous Nancy Bird, had denied his formal request to go visit his mother. On the grounds that it might trigger another incident.
Which, logically, made no sense, since the man who’d fucked over his mother was now dead. Though, honestly, no one was one hundred percent sure that it was ‘natural causes’ like the papers had claimed.
As far as I could tell, though, none of us had asked Rook if he’d done it.
It didn’t really matter, in the grand scheme of things. We were all killers. And almost always for good reason. Someone trying to hurt us, someone we loved, or our businesses.
“No,” Slash agreed, sighing, taking on the role not only as leader, but as a sort of father figure to the rest of the club. Especially Rook, who was so young still. “She’s been a fucking nightmare.”
The club had been trying, with no success, to find someone on the inside to bribe, so that Rook could get into the facility his mom was staying at without having to sign in, something that might lead Nancy back to him, and then send him back to prison.
So Rook had been trying, several times over, to put formal requests in. To go see the woman he’d been kept from for so long. A woman, he hoped, might ‘snap out of it’ when she saw him.
None of us had the heart to tell him that it didn’t really work that way.
“I’m going for a walk,” Rook snapped, storming across the clubhouse and out the back door.
Slash nodded his chin at Coach, “Make sure he doesn’t take a walk right to the bus station,” he said, getting a nod from Coach who moved out to keep an eye on their prospect.
It was kind of silly to still consider the man a prospect, considering how long he’d been around, and how much he’d done for the club already. But until he could formally move in, it seemed like Slash was keeping him in that position.
“He needs a distraction,” Sway said, handing me a coffee before dropping down beside me.