Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
He hissed in a breath, and I smiled.
“You’re going to jail, you know,” I said.
He nodded. “I know.”
“Good,” I said, standing.
“What’s going on, Justin?” Noreen asked.
“Your man here got our son killed. Do you care?” I asked.
Noreen looked up at me.
“Of course I care, but my husband wouldn’t do that!” She decreed.
I laughed humorlessly. “Of course he would. He just admitted to it. Maybe if you’d learned how to keep your cunt where it belonged, we wouldn’t have lost Tanner.”
She jerked back as if I’d slapped her.
“How could you say that to me?” She asked, her big crocodile tears pooling in her eyes.
I laughed.
“Because it’s fucking true. And don’t try to run, Justin. I’ll only find you.”
With that parting shot, I left to start the long drive back to Uncertain.
My thoughts on the one person I wanted to see right now.
Lenore.
***
Lenore
My eyes drooped closed once more.
The last hour of work always got me.
There was something about that last hour, between one and two A.M., that always had me fighting off sleep.
Something slapped down onto the counter in front of me, and I had to control the urge to shrink back from the weirdo in front of me.
He’d been in the store for so long now, and I was ready for him to get gone.
How I could even think about falling asleep with him here just across the room from me was beyond me.
I could practically feel the nastiness wafting off his body.
I wasn’t looking forward to going into the bathroom, either, especially since I’d seen him disappear in there about twenty minutes ago.
“Can I help you?” I asked warily.
The man smiled, revealing crooked teeth that looked like they hadn’t been brushed in well over a decade.
“This one is open, does it get a discount?” He asked, pushing the pocket pussy, with its open box, across the counter to me.
Now, there weren’t many instances that owning a sex toy store made me uncomfortable, but now was definitely one of those times.
“Yes,” I said. “I’ll give you a ten percent discount.”
I wanted to vomit.
The man had probably taken the toy into the bathroom and used it, but there was no way I’d open the box to confirm that.
My video cameras didn’t cover the bathroom either.
And it’s not like I would be able sell the toy to any other customers.
Once the box was opened, it was unsellable as far as I was concerned.
I didn’t sell open toys. Period.
“Thanks,” he said, smiling his disgusting smile.
I didn’t pick the box up, I just scanned it with the handheld scanner and pressed enter to ring up his total.
“That’ll be eighteen fifty,” I said, praying he wouldn’t ask for anything else.
I was out of luck.
“You got any good tasting lube?” he asked. “My girl likes strawberry. My favorite is grape.”
I wanted to gag.
“Yeah,” I choked. “Over there.”
He turned to peruse the lubes on display to the right of the register, all the while pumping his finger in and out of the toy pocket pussy.
It made a disgusting squelching sound that had my stomach heaving.
I did not want to know what was inside of that toy making that sound.
Not at all.
“I’ll take this one,” he smiled again.
It wasn’t a nice smile, either.
It was a pervy one.
I scanned the barcode with my handheld scanner once again, and gave him his total.
“Twenty-five fifty,” I said.
He handed me a twenty and five crumbled ones, followed by fifty cents.
“Thank you,” he said, smiling one more time at me before he turned.
But he came to an abrupt stop when he saw the man that was directly beside him.
I smiled at the man.
“Hey, Griffin,” I said.
I’m sure he could hear the relief in my voice.
I didn’t really like being here by myself this late at night, but this was the time that my business excelled, so I did it despite my misgivings.
With Griffin here, though, I felt totally safe.
I was more focused on how he looked in those tight jeans, the t-shirt that looked like it had been painted across his chest and that leather vest.
I’d not seen him in it since that night when I saw him and those other men beating the crap out of my neighbor.
“Hey, baby,” he rumbled.
The pervy guy hustled himself around Griffin’s body, and Griffin grimaced as the filthy man passed him by.
The front door chimed, signaling the man’s exit, and I waited for Griffin to say what was on his mind.
“That’s gross,” he said. “Did he have a pussy on his finger like a fuckin’ ring?”
I nodded. “He did. I think he took it into the bathroom and tested it out. He’s been here for nearly an hour now, and he disappeared into the bathroom for over twenty minutes of it.”
He scrunched his nose up as he moved closer, then leaned on my counter to look at me.
“How much longer do you have before you leave?” He asked.
I stared into those beautiful blue eyes, studying his beard, his lips, down the column of his throat, and stopped at the vest that was covering his chest.
“An hour more,” I said to him. “Uncertain Saints?”
He nodded. “My club.”
“Your club?” I persisted.
“My motorcycle club,” he clarified.
I nodded. “I didn’t realize you belonged to a motorcycle club. What do you guys do? Ride around town in a group and stuff?”
A grin played at the corner of his mouth.
“Somethin’ like that,” he said. “Mostly, we just count on each other. If I need somethin’ they’re there. Kind of like a band of brothers. We do go on runs quite a bit. We’re actually going on one tomorrow. Want to go?”
I raised a brow at him.
“I have no one to watch the store,” I said sadly.
Riding on the man’s motorcycle did sound fantastic.
But I couldn’t leave my store unattended.
Saturday nights were my biggest paying nights. I had to have priorities.
And although it’d be beyond awesome to have myself wrapped around Griffin for any length of time, I was hesitant.
“I can have someone come over, watch the store for you. Or you could ask Remy,” Griffin said,