Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“I know that, but hell, seeing you all beat up killed me.” A scowl line creases her forehead. “It made me realize I don’t give a fuck about a crappy tattoo.” She smirks, poking her tongue out. “How you lived before we met is in the past and has nothing to do with who you are now or our friendship.” Her hand squeezes mine back.
“Apart from the tattoo comment, that means a lot to me, and I feel the same way.” I chuckle, ignoring the ache it causes in my ribcage.
I’m so relieved we managed to move past this, and now we’re closer than before. I’ve never had a friend like her. Harley was my sister and best friend, but I never really got close to other women outside of her.
“Should we kiss or something now?” she mocks and I grin.
“Imagine Cutter’s face if we did?” I raise a brow, and she graces me with a megawatt grin. “You’re a good friend. You know that, right?” I tell her.
“I’m a great friend.” She unclasps our hands and picks up her bottle, chinking it against mine then jumps to her feet. “I need to wet the lettuce.” My nose twitches, and she barks a laugh. “Don’t go anywhere,” she orders.
Smiling, I wipe a drip of condensation from my bottle and flinch when a hand pats my back, almost making me leap from the seat. “Princess.”
“Georgina,” I say through gritted teeth.
“I heard you got in an accident. Such a shame. God, you look dreadful.” She waves a finger over my face. “Is this permanent?”
“The bruises? No, but I am,” I retort.
“We’ll see about that. Callan may be enjoying fucking you now, but it’s only a matter of time before you’re all used up and sent on your way. Luckily for him, I’ll be here, waiting.”
“Do you hear yourself?” Glacier eyes narrow on me. “You’re a beautiful woman. You could have any man you want. Why keep going after one who doesn’t want you?”
“He doesn’t know what he wants,” she sneers, crossing her arms over her chest. “I hurt him years ago, but we’re inevitable, Princess. Don’t get comfy in his bed.”
She passes Kitty on her departure, who sidesteps Georgina like she’s contagious. “Tell me she wasn’t being an cunt again.”
“If I do, I’d be lying.” She groans, holding up two fingers to a prospect serving behind the bar.
“Heads up.” I flit my gaze to Cutter approaching behind her.
“Rogue.” He nods his head in greeting. “Good to see you up and about.”
“You too,” I lie.
“Kit, can we talk?”
“Sure. Talk.” When she doesn’t look at him, his jaw tics.
“Privately.” There’s color in his cheeks again. He looks good and knows it.
“No.”
“Kit…” he growls.
“Liam, I don’t have anything I need to say or want to hear from you in private. If it can’t be said here, don’t say it at all.” I have to hold back my laughter at her calling him Liam.
“You’re acting like a fucking brat.” He leans in real close to her ear. “When you’re ready to grow the fuck up, come find me.” He tuts as he walks away. There’s no respect, and part of me wants to tell him how replaceable he is, but hearts are fickle. Kitty may end up back in his arms and I’d look like the asshole.
Hopping from her stool, she stalks him to where he’s returned to a table with a couple other members, drinking and playing a card game. Turning when he senses her, his mouth pops open to say something. Before he can. she rears her fist back and punches him in the abdomen, right where he got shot, knocking the air from his lungs. Bending over, breathless, she leans down and whispers something to him before she saunters back to me. All eyes are on pinned on her. She smirks, and it reminds me of her brother and his “I don’t give a fuck” attitude.
“That was badass.” I grin.
“To being badasses.” She holds her bottle up, and I clink mine to hers as Daddy comes rushing into the room, scanning the space, landing on me. “Oh, good. Doc, I need you.”
“I’m not a doctor,” I remind him with a groan. “If you have anything disgusting going on down there,” I point to his crotch. “You’ll need to see an actual doctor.” Kitty cracks up and drops her eyes to his junk, shuddering.
“It’s Rose” There’s no humor or retort, a line of sweat coats his hairline and his eyes are wild with panic.
“What’s wrong?” I leap up, and he grabs my arm.
“Just…please come take a look at her.” He drags me through the compound to his room while Kitty follows.
He shoves open the door, and my heart drops. Red is on her knees on the bed, gripping the headboard with perspiration coating every inch of her naked skin. There’s a huge wet stain in the center of the mattress. Rushing to her side, I tuck her hair behind her ear and yank a pillowcase from a pillow to dab her head with.