Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
“Hello,” his voice is firm. There is a pause while Wesson speaks. “Way I see it, she didn’t answer this shit the last two times you called, she doesn’t want to talk. That’s a you problem, not a me problem, and not an Emmalee problem. Give it up and don’t call again.”
I can hear Wesson through the phone now, “I don’t know who the fuck you are, and you don’t know who the fuck I am, but Emmalee is mine.”
Stone smirks as he moves closer to me making it easier for me to hear. Then he goes right in on Wesson. “I don’t give a flying fuck who you are. I don’t think Emmalee agrees she’s yours seein’ as her ass is here with me and been with me for months.”
I gasp as he lets my secret out. I haven’t been traveling like Wesson thinks. More than that, I have a feeling Wes will read into what Stone said since he lets there be this unspoken thing that I’m with him, like with him.
I’m not, but how can I tell Wes that? Does it matter? It doesn’t but it matters to me. I don’t know why but I don’t want Wes to think he wasn’t important to me. He was. It’s just complicated.
“I’m a motherfuckin’ Hellion and it matters she’s mine. Back off biker,” Wesson comes back.
Stone laughs, “Hellion, don’t start a war. Sinister Sons won’t let you walk away unscathed. Seems our Emmalee has a type and it’s the biker variety. You know the life. This is the only warning you get and it’s only because you got history with someone who means something to me. You make your way here, it’s war. Emmalee is free to answer her phone as she chooses. She didn’t choose you.”
“Put Emmalee on the motherfuckin’ phone. War doesn’t fuckin’ bother me.”
Stone clicks to end the call instead. Handing the phone back to me, I’m dumbfounded.
He calls again. I send it to voicemail.
There is nothing I can say to him. Even though I don’t like the way Stone made things seem, he’s right. I’m free to answer my phone or not and I didn’t. He calls once more. Now I’m getting mad. Take a hint. This is over before it could begin. If I wanted to talk to him, I would call him.
Okay that’s a lie. I want to talk to him more than I want to breathe. I can’t. He doesn’t need to be a part of this mess. A complete disaster that is getting worse by the minute.
“Never took you for an ol’ lady,” Stone says to me with a smirk like he didn’t just threaten a war with my ex. His entire demeanor has changed.
“It’s complicated.”
“I can see that. You runnin’ from him? He hurt you?”
I jerk my head back in shock. “Wesson, God no! He’s the safest place for me to be.”
“Then why are you working for cash, living in a dive motel in a throwaway town if you got a man to keep you safe back home?”
“We don’t talk about these things, Stone. I like my job. I like where I’m at.” I look down as the shame washes over me. “Where I come from, my past, it doesn’t matter.”
He gives half a smile before stepping even closer, when I didn’t even think that could be possible. In my space, he lets his thumb trace my cheek.
Gently.
Like someone who cares.
“Emmalee, you are a beautiful woman. If you weren’t my employee, I’d want to have a taste. I bet your cunt is sweet, babe.”
I blush and want to crawl in a hole.
“Didn’t ask questions because can’t have nothing come up here.”
His honesty shocks me. Stone is attractive in the bad-boy, rough around the edges way. I’m not his type. He doesn’t know me. I’ve been here months without so much as a second glance from him. Is he one of those men who like the thrill of the chase for a woman they can’t have? Is this some ‘whose dick is bigger’ game?
“Not tryin’ to rattle you. I don’t want in your head. Just wonderin’ why you got a man who is that fired up for you back home, and yet, you’re here cleaning floors and scrubbing toilets?”
“I’m trying to protect him,” I tell Stone the truth.
He leans down tipping my chin to make me look up at him, “babe, learn something quick, any biker that’s half a biker, outlaw or not, they don’t want their woman protecting them from shit. That man through the phone, he doesn’t strike me as one needin’ protecting from anything you could have possibly gotten into.”
“It’s complicated,” I whisper still looking up at him. He studies me in a way that makes me feel vulnerable.
“Came here to black out the cameras because someone hacked. Now I see who and why. I’ll leave ‘em up. Let your Hellion have a show.”