Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Jack’s old man meant the world to him. He was the type of father that every kid wished to have. He would move heaven and earth for his son, and taught his son to do the same for his friends and loved ones. His old man would send care packages, knowing what we needed because he had been a soldier himself. We were claimed by him, whether we had fathers or not. He would do anything he could for us. He even checked in on my mom when I wasn’t able to get a hold of her for a week.
This news put a damper on the moods of all the men, and we were waiting for the call that he had passed before we packed up shop and headed to Odessa for his funeral. Hopefully it wouldn’t be much longer, the old guy had suffered a lot towards the end, he had pancreatic cancer, and by the time the doctors had found it had been too late and already had spread to his lymph nodes.
“Max!” I yelled out.
Max lumbered into the office raising his eyebrows at me in question.
“Just got a call from Jack, old man is still alive, but they don’t expect him to make it through the end of the week. He sent us a woman. I want you to keep an eye on her and take point on this. You may need to stay behind when we take off for Odessa and stay with her, teaching her what she needs to know.”
“Okay, I’ll do that.” He said lightly, and then headed back out to the garage bay.
I headed back into the garage and started back working on the chopper. Time to get some work done; we were going to have a few extra expenses soon. My grandmother set up a trust fund to be released to me when I was thirty, and I had used around half of that money to build the compound and fund the FreeBird project. I was paid rent monthly by the guys who stayed here, and our bike business was nothing to sneeze at either. We had a lot of business since our shop was one of only two in the area.
The call came later that night that Jack’s father had died right after his phone call with me. Everyone but Max got packed. We headed for Odessa to stay for the funeral, and then help with the house if Jack needed it. The only good thing coming from this was that I wouldn’t worry about Cheyenne. If she still hasn’t called by the time I get back, then I will make the move.
Cheyenne
Later that same night
I stared at my phone for the umpteenth time. I wasn’t waiting for his call or text. No. Not me. Fuck. Who was I kidding? No one. I hoped he would call. I know he got my number, but it was probably for just in case he needed a woman again who would come when he called. I wasn’t that lucky.
I threw the phone down onto the coffee table and went back to watching the movie that Ember had rented.
“I’d do him.” She gestured to the TV screen.
We were watching Thor for the umpteenth time. This was one of our go-to movies when we didn’t like any that were out at the RedBox.
“I’d do Loki too.” I said back.
“Thor can use his hammer on me anytime.” Ember laughed out.
I rolled my eyes. I’ve learned to not be surprised by anything that came out of her mouth. Nine times out of ten it was something vulgar and offensive. The movie ended about a half hour later and we both sighed. It always ended crappily. There was supposed to be a happily ever after.
“Do you want to watch something else?” I asked her.
She looked at me like she knew I was off my game. She got an evil gleam in her eye and tilted her head slightly to the right. Her stare made me start squirming so I hopped up and ran to the kitchen when I heard the oven start dinging. I pulled our cookies out of the oven and placed them on a plate, taking them back into the living room with me, grabbing two cokes on the way.
She gave me a weird look, but didn’t say anything. I was grateful because I wasn’t quite ready to share Sam with anyone else right now. He was mine for the moment, and I also didn’t know how exactly to say I was a hoe bag.
The rest of the night was spent laughing and carrying on, gorging on coke and junk food. This happened more often than not, and was the reason I had a little ass to spare. Too bad all the junk food didn’t go to my boobs instead of my thighs and love handles.
I walked Ember to the door three hours later.
“I know something is going on with you, I’ll be here when you are ready to tell me. Yo’ homes, smell ya later.” Ember said and ran to her car.
Weirdo. I loved her anyway though.
I tossed and turned for another hour in my bed replaying the best night of my life.
Chapter 2
A week and three days later.
"Daddy!” Janie said. James smiled and asked "Hello, sweet girl. Do you miss me?"
"Miss me, miss me, miss me!" Janie squealed while putting her face so close to the screen that her runny nose smeared snot all over my brand new, twelve hundred dollar shiny blue dell laptop computer. Fuckin' A.
I got up and cleared the dishes off the table and threw them into the sink to soak, or more just sit there while I procrastinated. I hate doing the kitchen. I wet a wash cloth and brought it back over to the table and wiped up the macaroni and hot dog up off the table that failed to make it into Janie's mouth onto the floor for Chewy. Chewy had the mess on the floor covered; he acted like I didn’t feed him morning and night, and snacks from a two year old who didn’t care where she dropped whatever she was eating. Chewy was my five year old English Mastiff. He was a light weight for his breed at a modest one hundred and two pounds. I gave his head a ruffle and continued to scrub at the smears of macaroni that covered a three foot section of the four foot table.