Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Ryan nodded at me. “Don’t you dare hug me. I don’t do hugs. They’re too unmanly,” he joked.
I rolled my eyes at him and hugged him anyway. “I know we’re not close, but don’t get yourself killed, okay? Travis still needs you around.”
He chuckled, and Luke raised an eyebrow at me and opened his arms. “Let me guess, you’re going to hug me, too?”
Somewhere during my time here, Luke had forgiven me. I guess I had proven to him that I was worthy of Travis.
I hugged him. “I know we haven’t always gotten along but take care of yourself,” I whispered. “Amy still needs you here, even if you two are stubborn as hell and won’t admit your feelings for each other.”
He chuckled. “Keep an eye on her for me?” he asked in my ear. “There’s something wrong with her, and she won’t talk to me about it.”
I nodded. I stepped back from him and hugged Travis the hardest. His arms came around me tightly in turn. “Fuck, I don’t want to leave you. This is killing me,” he confessed into my hair.
I nodded, tears falling from my eyes. This was hard, but I knew with time, it would get easier. This was just a speed bump in our life together. We’d make this work, just like we always did.
“Please take care of yourself,” I begged. “I need you.”
He kissed me so deeply that it rocked my soul and brushed some tears off my cheeks with his thumb. “I’ll stay alive; I promise.” He leaned down and kissed my belly. I choked out a sob, more tears falling from my eyes. It was beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time to watch. He rubbed my belly. “Daddy loves you, kid. Mommy is going to take care of you while I’m away.” He stood back up and took my face in his hands, kissing me roughly. “Take care, baby.”
I nodded. He stepped back from me and walked over to his bike. I watched as he straddled the machine, and Amy grabbed my hand, squeezing it with hers. Both of us were crying as he watched everyone ride away. When they were gone, Amy sniffled. “I don’t know if I’m more upset that they’re leaving or that they woke us up before daylight even started breaking through the sky.”
I breathed out a laugh, just now noticing that it was still dark outside. I shook my head silently. Leave it to Amy to say something like that. I knew she was sad to see Luke have to go with them. Hell, I was absolutely heartbroken knowing that Travis was going to be gone for God only knew how long. I was a biker girl though. I would fall into this role, and I would do what was expected of me.
But this was all new to Amy. With my help, she’d fall into the role expected of her easily.
I walked back upstairs to go back to sleep. The room still smelt like Travis, and I smiled a little. I slid into bed and saw a hoodie laying on Travis’s pillow. I picked it up and found a piece of paper beneath it.
I know that my smell calms you down, so I wore this hoodie to make it smell like me. There’s another one in the front of the closet. Take care of yourself, baby.
I smiled and slipped the hoodie on. He was absolutely amazing. It was simple things like this that made me fall even more in love with him. That was Travis for you, though. He was the perfect guy for me. He never overthought things.
I hugged his pillow to me and fell asleep.
Travis
I woke up the next morning and quickly got dressed. The quicker that I got this shit over with, the quicker I could be back home with Katie. I’d only been away from her for sixteen hours, and I missed her like crazy already.
I walked out of the hotel room with Liam, Luke, Ryan, and James following behind me. When we got to the location where my dad and Nicholas were, I didn’t waste any time in making my presence known. I pointed my gun at my dad who was at the bar, drink in hand. Fuck, bikers never changed. They went to sleep drinking and woke up drinking. It was fucking ridiculous.
“Travis,” my dad drawled, “I was wondering when you’d show up. You never do take much time.”
“It would be nice if I didn’t have to do this myself,” I spat at him. “However, since your men are pussies and are too terrified to stand up against you, that leaves me. I don’t mind; it just feels like a fucking waste of my time.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. I barely bit back my smirk.
I had hit a nerve.
“That’s the way I felt for the entire seventeen years that I had to deal with you – from the moment you entered my life until I had you locked up,” he said harshly, trying to get a rise out of me.