Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Why the hell would Cova go to Riff?
He’s a big time drug dealer and a bad, bad man. Bryant used to work with him, running drugs for profit, and I know for certain the two of them did some awful things. Cova was always scared of Riff, but we knew he provided us the drugs we needed, so we never said anything when he was around. Even if he did get handsy. Riff forced himself onto me more than once, and Bryant allowed it.
But not Cova.
Never Cova.
I shiver at the memory, and my stomach twists at the thought of having to find and see the man who holds awful memories for me.
“Where is Riff these days?” I ask, my voice tight.
“Same place. Same people. You goin’ after him?”
“Yeah, we need to find Cova. She’s not doing well, and I don’t want her to get tangled up with him.”
“Understand that,” Deacon nods. “I gotta get back to work. You in town long? Come by and see me, kid. I’ve missed your face.”
I smile and hug him again. “Me too, Deacon.”
He disappears, and I see Bohdi’s eyes follow him. He’s hardly in a position to be jealous, considering what happened earlier. I look to Alarick next. “I know where to find her.”
“This man she’s with, he dangerous?”
“Yep,” I say, nodding. “He’s a monster and, if I don’t have to, I don’t really want to see him.”
“Why?” Bohdi asks, his voice low.
“Because he ...”
My voice trails off, and I say nothing more.
I don’t want to say the words, I don’t even want to think them.
I can’t be near Riff, because if I am, I’ll remember the cruel night he took so much from me and did it without regret.
“He fuckin’ hurt you?” Bohdi growls.
“Yes, he did.”
“We’ll take care of him then.”
Alarick’s voice is sharp and deep.
“No, if you take care of him you’ll end up in a whole world of trouble. You just cleared the club from danger. Don’t bring them into more for me. Please, Alarick.”
“She’s right,” Briella says, taking Alarick’s arm. “We don’t need to go down that road again. We just freed ourselves.”
Alarick grits his teeth and glances at me. “You sure? We can make sure he doesn’t touch another woman again.”
Tempting, it really is, but I can’t be responsible for death. Bloodshed. Pain.
I just can’t.
“Let’s just get Cova back,” I say.
We exit the club and Bohdi hasn’t said another word. He’s stewing, I know he is, but he keeps it to himself.
I give them directions to find Riff and then they drop me back to the motel, with Briella and Zariah, while the guys go and take care of business. Briella protested, but Alarick said he didn’t want her anywhere near it, and I can’t say I blame him.
“Where’s Bohdi?” Isla asks when she hears the trucks take off again.
She is holding Taj’s hand, in her nightwear, standing outside of their room. It doesn’t go unnoticed to me that she’s wearing a slip of a nightie, see through and clinging to her curves. She’s gorgeous, no doubt about that, and it only makes me feel even more conscious about the damage my body has endured.
Why would Bohdi ever want to look at my scars and marks, when he has her luscious body up for the taking?
“He’s gone with the guys,” Briella answers before I can.
“Oh, I have been waiting for him,” she says, and her eyes swing to me. “I guess I’ll wait a bit longer.”
She’s rubbing it in, but I say nothing.
Not a damned thing.
“Come on, honey,” Briella says, taking my arm and shooting a glare at Isla. “Let’s get some sleep.”
I disappear into our room and only when the door is closed and locked do I exhale. I turn and look to Briella and Zariah. “Thanks for saving me back there.”
“She’s something else.” Zariah scrunches up her nose. “So pretty and yet when she speaks there is just so much poison.”
“I wonder what their story is,” Briella says, curiously. “I know the basics of it, but I just feel like there is so much more.”
“I think there is far more to Bohdi’s whole story, to be honest,” Zariah crosses her arms.
“You’re both right,” I say, sitting on the edge of the bed. “But whatever it is, he’s doing right by her and I have to respect him for that.”
Zariah gives me a sympathetic smile. “Well, we need to find you a distraction. I’m sure there are some hotties getting around on that beach of yours.”
I smile, grateful. “There are a few.”
“We need to find some,” Briella grins. “Next weekend we’re coming down and we’re going on a girls night. When was the last time you had a bit of fun?”
I shrug. “It has been some time.”
“And a gorgeous man on top of you?” Zariah winks.
My chest tightens. “That would be never.”