Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I was drugged, for god’s sake, I didn’t mean what I said.
Fuck me.
Of course I meant it.
I shouldn’t have blurted it all out like I did, but he had just swooped in and saved me, taken me to the hospital, given me the sex eyes and made me think he cared only to turn around and tell me he doesn’t, then carry on proving it over the last few weeks by driving me absolutely crazy.
He’s really gone above and beyond.
During the day the garage runs as normal and my café goes just fine, but the second the sun sets, they’re out there having parties and fires and making a shit load of noise. My few mic nights have been a disaster because we can’t hear over their blaring music. I’ve tried to be nice, tried to just leave it be in hopes it’ll all stop and we’ll come to an agreement, but it’s clear to me that Riggs is trying to get me out, and fast.
He thinks I’m some sort of clinger in love with him and he wants me gone from next door.
Okay, that’s probably an over exaggeration but still, my words bothered him, and that much is abundantly clear.
He knows his music drives me crazy, he knows it affects my business, and he knows there is only so long I’ll take it before I snap.
Tonight feels like it could be that night.
I haven’t slept in weeks. I’m only just back on my feet after the attack and have been working far too much for someone trying to recover. When I finish work each day, I want to be able to come home, unwind, and get a good night’s rest. Riggs is making damned sure that doesn’t happen.
I need something to stop this. I just don’t know what.
I listen to the pounding music and consider going over there to stop it, but then I come up with something better, something that’ll drive them absolutely crazy. I’ll send someone over there I know for certain they will flip a lid over.
The cops.
I dial them and tell them about the insane parties the bikers have been having, and how it’s affecting everyone including my business.
They don’t need much prompting. Cops love to go after biker clubs like theirs and they’ll take any excuse to get in there to have a look around. They assure me they’ll head right over and I wait, staring out the window. Only ten minutes later, not one, not two, not three, but four police cars come rolling in with their lights blaring.
I bite my lip.
Maybe that wasn’t a good idea. What if they’ve got something going on in there and they get arrested? I don’t want them to get arrested, I just want them to shut the hell up.
I watch as Riggs walks out, two women by his side. My heart hurts, and I grit my teeth as I watch him and wish to god it was me with him.
God, I’m pathetic.
He talks to the police, waving his arms around a few times. They are there for a solid twenty minutes before the cops finally leave and the music stops.
Riggs looks right over at my window, and I quickly jump away.
I rush back to my bed and throw myself under the covers, like that’ll make any kind of difference. A minute or so later, the pounding at my front door can be heard echoing through the house. He’s angry, of course he’s angry. I just called the cops on him. I too am angry because he is treating me like a piece of shit on the ground, and I’m not having it.
He won’t drive me out of this place.
He can try as hard as he likes.
I try to ignore the pounding but, when he starts shouting, I know he’s not going to go away. I climb out of bed, act like I just woke up and open the door, pretending to be all groggy. “Riggs, what do you want?”
“You know exactly what I want, don’t pretend you just woke up. I saw you at the fuckin’ window.”
“Your eyes must need checking, you are getting on in age. Have you considered getting them looked at?”
He storms past me and into my apartment, then spins around. I feign a yawn and blink slowly at him. “Why are you here looking like someone punched your puppy?”
He stalks toward me and I stand my ground. “You called the fuckin’ cops on me. You could have gotten me into all kinds of fuckin’ trouble. What were you thinkin’?”
“Firstly, you wouldn’t get into trouble if you weren’t doing anything wrong, I thought I might just point out that rather obvious fact and secondly, I didn’t call anyone.”
“They told me it was a complaint from next fuckin’ door, I’m not stupid.”
I cross my arms. “Okay fine, so what if I did call them? You have been purposely driving me crazy for the last two fucking weeks. You’re making noise, disrupting my business, and you think I wasn’t going to react. It’s clear we can’t be neighbors, Riggs, and it’s clear both of us aren’t willing to leave, so unless we can come up with a better option then this will go on and on until one of us snaps.”