Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Was it that fucker, Billy?
Surely, she wouldn’t go back to that limp dick piece of shit.
“Couldn’t see much. Dark hair, beard, seemed like her age or maybe a bit older. They were laughin’. He reached out, took her hand, looked pretty cozy.”
Who the fuck is she seeing and why?
Grinding my teeth, I give him a sharp nod.
I’ll follow her myself and find out who the fuck she’s running off to see. I know for a fact it will be something to do with the situation we’ve gotten ourselves into. Maybe Spike is right, maybe I should just tell her about my past and then she might just let it go. It’s worth the risk, because whatever she’s doing, it’s going to get her into trouble.
Walking into the club, I ignore anyone who speaks to me.
I’m angry, wild even.
I’m slowly losing control.
“You good, brother?”
Muff’s voice comes from behind me when I reach the bar and take an entire bottle, causing the girl behind it to stare at me with wide eyes. She doesn’t stop me, though. She knows better. If you’re a bar bitch in a biker club, you sure as shit don’t ask questions. Turning to face Muff, I take a sip and his eyes narrow.
“Well, that looks a whole lot like you’re not good. You want to tell me what’s goin’ on?”
“Nothin’,” I mutter.
His brows go up. “Oh, so you just enjoy drinkin’ at nine am for no good reason?”
“Fuck off, Muff. It ain’t none of your concern.”
Unbothered by my growling, he leans against the bar and crosses his arms. “We’ll try that one again. You want to tell me what’s goin’ on?”
“My woman won’t let shit go, that’s what’s goin’ on. She is refusing to fuckin’ back down.”
“Might not be my place, brother, but I’ll tell you somethin’ I learned just recently—best to tell them the truth and be open than it is to keep secrets. You gotta talk to her.”
I know he’s right, but I’m in no mood to hear it.
Fuck, life was easier before Addison.
Who am I kidding, I couldn’t imagine a fucking world without her.
God damned pain in my ass.
Slamming the bottle down onto the bar, I nod at Muff as I walk out.
I need to clear my head before I talk to her, otherwise the words that come out of my mouth won’t be nice.
Can’t make a bad situation worse.
Calm.
Fuck calm.
Fuck her.
Fuck this.
7
Addison
I couldn’t help myself.
I messaged the woman named Celeste who commented on Darth’s post.
I need to know. I can’t get it out of my mind.
She might know what happened to Clara and Darth, and she might be able to help me find them.
She responded and agreed to meet, so I gave her the name of a local café and told her a time. Sitting nervously at the table, I scan the crowd waiting for her to arrive. She eventually shows, her blond hair tucked into a neat ponytail as her eyes fall on me. I’m guessing she studied my picture as much as I studied hers.
I stand when she reaches the table and extend a hand. “Celeste? I’m Addison. Thanks so much for coming.”
She offers a warm smile. “I was surprised by your message, but I’m glad you reached out.”
Sitting down, we order a coffee, and I get straight into it.
There is no point in pulling punches, I need to get right to it.
“Darth is your brother?” I ask, leaning over the table a little so I can hear her better in the busy café.
I could have picked a better location.
“He is, but I haven’t seen him for a long time. He got tangled up in some messy stuff, and we tried to help him, but he pushed us away.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. My partner is Clara’s brother, and I only just found out about her so I guess I’m trying to work out what went down.”
“You didn’t ask him?”
I laugh, but it’s not filled with joy. “Let’s just say he doesn’t like talking about it. He wiped his hands of it. All I know is that he gave her a choice when she got tangled up in some big mess, and she didn’t choose him, so he left and didn’t look back.”
Celeste nods, as if understanding. “I only met her a few times, but Darth was obsessed with her. The two of them had a relationship that was borderline toxic. We knew he was involved with some bad people, but when he met her, the two of them just seemed to fuel each other and it only got worse.”
“What kind of bad stuff?” I ask, sipping my coffee when it is placed in front of me.
“Selling people, as far as I know. It started off small, he was selling drugs and guns, just to try and make some money, then it got out of hand. They got mixed up with a very bad crowd and started selling people, and that’s when it all went south.”