Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 131888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
He had no doubt the scumbag was packing heat, and he didn’t want to get involved in a shoot-out when he was officially “off-duty” from the task force and on his own time.
Hell, he didn’t want to get in a shoot-out when he was on-duty, either. Most departments, including the feds, frowned on that.
“You there?”
Nox shook himself mentally and gave some of his attention back to Fletch. “Yeah. I’m here.”
“Rumor has it you’re seeing someone now.”
Nox grunted.
“Brother, you don’t know how fucking happy I was to hear that.” When he grunted again, Fletch laughed and asked, “She a keeper?”
Was she? “It’s new, Fletch.”
“How new? I heard you also kept her a secret for a few weeks.”
“Who had diarrhea of the mouth?”
“The list for who doesn’t would be shorter.”
“Fact.”
Fletch chuckled again. “Look, I’m happy for you, even if it’s only a fling. I only want the best for you, Opportunity Nox.”
That was a new nickname.
“So let’s hear it, what’s she like?”
Nox pursed his lips and thought about Liyah. “Gorgeous. Well-spoken. Extremely successful. A class act, actually.”
“What’s she doing with you, then?”
“I ask myself that question daily.”
“And what’s the answer?”
“I don’t have one.” Nox sighed and dragged his fingers down his cheek. “She’s so fucking out of my league, Fletch.”
“You don’t think she’ll stick?”
He honestly didn’t know where they would end up. They were taking it day by day. No pressure. No talk of any future together. Nothing. They were only enjoying the time they spent together. In bed and out of it, too.
“Do you want her to stick?”
Did he? “Yeah. I think so.”
“Then, tell her.”
“We’re not there yet.”
“Sounds like you are.”
“Maybe. But…”
“But she has two sons, and her father is the big, bad motherfucker who’s the sergeant at arms for the Dark Knights.”
Nox sucked on his teeth. “Yeah, someone was running their fucking mouth.”
Another chuckle filled his ear. “Of course. Have you met him?”
“Mmm hmm,” he murmured, his eyes still glued to the motel.
“And?”
“And what? Like you said, he’s a big, bad motherfucker. I’m smart enough not to tangle with him. Since I’d like to keep seeing his daughter, I need to stay clear of his bad side.”
Once Fletch was done with his latest round of chuckling, he said, “I hear you, brother, I’ve seen him before, so I can confirm that I wouldn’t want to go one on one with him, either.” He paused before asking, “What about her boys?”
“She’s raising them right. Typical boys, though.”
“So, not hellions.”
“Not yet. But I think Magnum would try to lure them over to the dark side if he could.”
“And what does Aaliyah think about that?”
“She’s strongly against it. She’s not even close to being a biker chick. She tolerates her father’s club, but doesn’t embrace it.”
“Good. It would suck if you had to arrest one or both of her kids down the road. That would make sitting around the dinner table a bit awkward.”
He grunted again just as the door to the motel room was flung open. Even though Nox could only see a silhouette in the doorway, he knew it was the man who just paid to do whatever he paid to do with the woman inside. However, his ears picked up yelling and the man’s arms were swinging wildly.
Clearly, someone was agitated.
In response, T-Bone quickly jumped out of his car and approached, stopping toe-to-toe with the man.
“Hey, I gotta go,” Nox said quickly.
“All right, I—”
He hung up before Fletch could finish his sentence. Nox was sure he’d hear about it later, but he’d deal with it then. Right now, he needed to pay attention.
And what he was seeing was T-Bone’s pissed-off customer jabbing the former prospect in the chest, shaking his head and returning to his car.
T-Bone waited until the man slid into the driver’s seat before turning back to the motel room and shaking his head, too.
Nox was pretty damn sure that both men were agitated because of a deal gone wrong.
Not good.
The second the motel door slammed shut with T-Bone inside, Nox turned the key and, once his old pickup truck roared to life, he shoved the shifter it into Drive. He didn’t bother to go the long way around, instead he made his own shortcut by driving his truck through the grass divider that separated the farm lane and motel, over a flower bed and across the motel’s parking lot.
He slammed his truck to a stop in a spot near T-Bone’s vehicle, threw it into Park, yanked out his key, and bolted from the cab.
After a last glance at T-Bone’s customer pulling out of the lot and onto the road, Nox turned and faced the closed door.
His heart pounded as he heard the woman crying and T-Bone yelling at her through the door.
“Fuck me,” Nox muttered. He didn’t like the fact that he was about to expose himself to this fucker, but he was so damn done with shit. He was tired of watching and not doing anything about it.