Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
I open the door and a little ball of fur darts out, running between my legs. “Keg, get back in here.” Kitty jumps up from a bed and races to the door.
“Keg?” I chuckle, scooping the kitten up and cooing as it licks my face.
“She was a stray. She wandered onto the property all matted and full of fleas. We found her drinking the drips from one of the kegs.”
“You know it’s a boy, right?” I raise a brow, gazing over her ripped shirt and bright pink satin panties. Her bed is in disarray, and there’s a pair of handcuffs attached to a leather rope along her headboard.
“Fuck off. How the hell can you tell?” She blanches.
“You can see—look, balls.” I hold the kitten out, legs splayed.
“Ugh! Another man in my life, that’s all I need.” She drags her leather pants up her legs and runs her fingers through her bed hair.
“I saw Cutter leaving,” I edge, placing Keg on the bed and moving further into the room, stepping over cushions and clothes left all over the place.
“It’s complicated.” She breathes. Opening a mini fridge, she hands me a beer, then pops the top of her own and plops on the bed with a grunt.
“It always is.” I chuckle, holding up the beer in thanks.
Throwing myself into a chair in the corner of the room, I sigh and then jump back up to retrieve the purple ridged sex toy I’d sat on.
“Ew.” I gag, throwing the thing on her bed.
“Don’t be a prude.” She snatches it up and shoves it into her nightstand.
I cringe. “I hope you’re going to wash that.” My phone buzzes with an incoming text, drawing my attention away from her boisterous laugh. Pulling it free, I click on the screen.
Smokey: Your order is ready
My heart pounds. My palms begin to sweat. “I have to go,” I say, standing, feeling the room tilt as I do.
“You’re not supposed to have your phone on you.” She is watching me with a curious stare, dipping her gaze to my phone then back up to my face.
“You’re not supposed to have Cutter in you, but here we are.” I smirk, schooling my reaction from seconds before. She narrows her eyes, throwing her pillow my way.
“Touché.”
I catch the pillow and drop it on the chair, “I’ll catch you la—”
“Wait,” she calls, and I stall as I get to the door. “I’m not a homewrecker. It really is complicated.” She’s on her knees now, her hands clenching her duvet. There’s pain etched into her features and I hate seeing it on her face.
“I’m not judging,” I tell her sincerely. Who the hell would I be to judge after what I was just allowing her brother to do to me. Tyler might not go to war for Harley, but if he knew Callan had a small taste of me…
“I’m really glad you decided to show up at Ray’s that night,” she adds. “I needed a friend.” There’s a genuine tone in her voice and for the first time since meeting I see vulnerability pouring out of her.
Guilt shadows my soul as I say, “Me too.”
CHAPTER 11
SECRETS AND BULLETS
Trepidation washes over me as I pull in at the location sent via text. The place is a desolate, run-down shack in the middle of nowhere. A faded sign half hanging off the front of the building reads ‘Willie's motors’. There are rusting cars older than me scattered around the place and an old gas pump with a piece of cardboard taped to it stating,
Out of use!
In black marker. Stepping out of the car I scan my surroundings looking for life but there's just stretches of nothing. I remember coming here when I was young, but it didn't seem so derelict then. Moving towards the door, I tap my knuckles on the windowpane before entering.
Dust lines every surface, the place doesn't look like it's been used in years. “In here,” A gravelly voice calls out from a back room.
Following the sound, I find myself in a small office with the man I remember as Smokey, seated behind a small metal desk. Time hasn't been good to him. He looks frail and weathered, like the rusting cars out front. “There you go,” he gestures to the package I came for, sliding it across the desk toward me.
I stare down at the box, my gut clenching. “This was a favor to your old man. Don’t tell anyone where they came from, you get me?”
“Yes.” My voice is shaky as I pick up the box and drop the cash on the counter. It’s taken me days to work up the courage to come here.
“Off you go then.” He jerks his chin to the door I just came through.
Hurrying out the building I get into my car and pull out of the parking lot, beginning the six-hour drive back to the motel.