Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Certainly not in this case.
Ridley and Kitt were like two peas in a pod.
Ridley and me, not so much. But we tolerated each other, and I wouldn’t hesitate to come to his aid or even go and have a beer with him.
She sighed in defeat.
“I don’t want to tell him, because I want him to focus on what he’s doing in there. I don’t want his head to be anywhere but where it’s supposed to be,” she whispered. “Please?”
That ‘please’ paired with those big green eyes of hers, and I was a fucking goner.
“Okay,” I said. “But the moment he steps foot outside, I’m telling him. He’s not going to hear about it from anyone but me.”
“What about the rest of you?” Kitt asked, looking around at the rest of The Uncertain Saints.
Not a single one of them was trying to hide the fact that they were paying attention to our conversation.
But wasn’t that what brothers did? Butt into your business?
“Up to you, Core,” Griffin said. “You tell us what you want to do, and we’ll do it…maybe.”
Kitt growled, and it was so cute that I pulled her into my arms again and kissed her forehead.
“Chill, baby,” I urged. “He’s joking.”
“Am I?” Griffin challenged, a small smirk kicking up the corner of his lips.
I looked up to the sky where we were still waiting outside the stupid fucker’s house, and smiled for the first time in over an hour.
“By the way,” Griffin asked, changing the subject. “How are your balls?”
“Can’t even feel ‘em,” I said honestly. “That pill the chick at the hospital gave me is making me feel no pain.”
“What chick?” Kitt asked, stiffening in my arms.
“Her name was Hannah. I met her before in one of our many trips to the ER.” I said. “She took pity on me when she saw me grimacing when we were questioning the stand in that Jake kicked out of the car.”
This time Wolf was the one who stiffened.
“Hannah?” Wolf asked, “What’d she look like?”
“Blonde. Big tits. Long hair down to her ass. The bluest eyes I’ve ever seen,” I recalled.
Kitt pinched me on my side.
“You’re not supposed to say that you noticed her tits when your woman’s in your arms,” she hissed.
I looked down into her face, took in her angry eyes, and said innocently. “My woman’s not in my arms. My old lady is.”
She blinked.
“I’m not old,” she said testily.
I grinned.
“Oh, darlin’. You most certainly are. Trust me,” I said, pulling her to the truck and away from the rest of the group before this got too heated.
She took Emily from my arms and put her into her car seat, and I watched in fascination as Wolf ran past me, hopped on his bike and was out in a spit of gravel and dust.
“What was that about?” I demanded of Griffin, who passed me to get to his bike.
His woman went to her car that was next to Griffin’s bike, but stopped and turned to say, “That was Wolf going to get his Old Lady.”
Then a commotion came from inside as a screaming Jake was finally pulled from the house.
Tears and snot mingled on his face as he sobbed, and I couldn’t help the full out shit eating grin that transformed my face.
“Hope you have fun in jail!” I called to him.
His eyes turned to me, and I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my lips at seeing the blood still around his mouth. Remembering how it got there would forever be ingrained in my memory, and I chose to remember her walking out with a grin on her face rather than having to be in that position in the first place.
Fucking A.
“Apple?” Kitt called from inside the cab of the truck.
I turned and got in.
“What?” I asked.
“Does being your old lady come with a ring?” She batted her eyes sweetly.
I smiled at her.
“Fuck yeah it does,” I said. “I have some chicken rings at my place we can cook up for dinner.”
She slapped my arm in affront.
“That’s not what I meant, and you damn well know it.”
I fluttered my eyelashes at her, and she rolled her eyes.
“You’re incorrigible.”
“I’m fucking happy.”
“You may be fucking happy, but you’re still incorrigible.”
I shrugged.
“No, baby. I’m happy,” I said. “I haven’t been that in a very, very long time.”
Her eyes went soft, and I started the truck up, turning back to the road and heading in the opposite direction of home.
“Where are you going?” She asked softly.
“To Sam’s to get some more chicken rings for my old lady,” I said.
We didn’t go to Sam’s.
We went to Jared.
Where Kitt proceeded to tell everyone and their brother in a seemingly endless flurry of text messages.
Thirty minutes later when she walked into my pop’s place and shoved the ring in his face, I couldn’t find it in me to care that she kept repeating the same sentence over and over again.