Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Because he doesn’t know why you come here,” Dirty said. “Neither does Rosalie.”
“You’ve got some nerve even for a second thinking you know why I come here.” She got to her feet and was about to storm off, but he reached for her, grabbing her arm.
“I do know, because I know you.”
She pulled her arm away. “No, you don’t. All you know is what you think you know. You don’t know me, Dirty. You never did. All you were doing was a job.”
“And you think Myth is any different?” Dirty asked, and instantly regretted it.
“So, that is what you’re saying. Myth has some kind of job to do by being my friend, is that it? Some club business I need to keep my nose out of?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Fuck you, Dirty. And you know what, whatever tracker or bullshit you have on me, get rid of it, because you and I are through.”
She spun away and he watched her leave, knowing this was not what he wanted to happen. Why was he always putting his foot in it when it came to Petal?
“Shit!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, not caring about the disapproving gazes he got. Glancing down at the gravestone that honored Gabrielle, he remembered that day. He’d fucked up that day.
Seeing Petal on the ground, knowing what had happened … that was why he acted, because he’d known she had been pregnant, and the risk of her dying was high. He hadn’t given a shit that the older woman was on the ground. The truth was, knowing where the bullet hit, Gabrielle had been dead before she even hit the ground.
Chapter Six
“I can offer you wine,” Rosalie said.
“You’re not drinking wine and come on, you and I both know we’re not really beer or wine drinkers.” Petal put her hands on the kitchen counter. Colt had a nice place, and she already saw Rosalie’s feminine touches.
Rosalie had told her a few months ago that she was only going to stay the night at Colt’s, and well, she had never returned to their home. Not that Petal blamed her. She, herself, hadn’t changed a thing about Gabrielle’s room. Although Rosalie had gone through her things, the room remained the same.
“True. I don’t know, hot chocolate seems kind of lame for our first girly night in what feels like forever.”
“I need hot chocolate,” Petal said.
Rosalie laughed. “You look like you could use a couple of hundred mugs. You’ve lost way too much weight.”
She waved her hand in the air. “It’s fine. I’ll get them right back. With everything going on, food is just … you know.”
“I get it, but can you still believe we’re managing the diner? Colt was telling me we’re considered a good investment.”
“I didn’t know that.”
The Satan’s Death Riders MC had bought the place, and given them the start-up money to make the changes needed and be able to function as a diner for the first couple of months while they found their feet. It wouldn’t be long before they would have to consider hiring a new waitress.
Burto was more than capable in the kitchen, and they were doing okay with just the three of them. But Petal knew it would only be a matter of time before they were stretched too thin, especially as Rosalie was now pregnant. She wasn’t going to be able to be on her feet for long hours.
“Yeah, it would seem everything was going wrong, and now things are going great. I’m kind of afraid to even think about it, you know?” Rosalie said.
Everything was going great for her friend. Petal was just getting by, day after day. She was learning to live again, but Dirty kept making it hard.
“Yeah, it’s about time things went right. For a long time, I didn’t know if we were ever going to hear good news again.”
Rosalie finished making their hot chocolate and moved to the fridge, appearing with a can of cream. “Extra cream?”
“You’ve got it.”
The cream was swirled on top, and Rosalie held out her mug. She took a sip, and it was scalding hot but tasted good. She grabbed a paper towel because the extra cream was on her nose.
They made their way to the sitting room. Rosalie curled up on one end of the couch, and Petal took the other.
“So, how is married life treating you?” Petal asked. “He better be good to you, otherwise I will make sure to castrate him the next time I see him. That is a guaranteed promise.”
Rosalie laughed. “Don’t, please don’t. Colt and I are making it work.”
“Making it work? You’re just a walking advertisement for married life, aren’t you?”
Another chuckle. “It’s good. I think I’m just afraid.”
“Of what?”
“Admitting how good it is.”
“Why?”
Rosalie sighed. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but whenever something is good, someone or something seems intent on taking it away from us. Haven’t you noticed that?”