Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
It wasn’t until I’d strapped it on tightly that I realized there was something hanging off the top of the helmet.
Reaching up, my hand closed around fishing line, and I pulled.
It gave easily, and I looked down to see a shimmering diamond engagement ring.
Letting off the brake and shifting into gear, he started forward slowly, missing my shrill squeal of happiness by the overpowering growl of the motor.
I slid the beautiful square cut diamond onto my finger and admired it while we were still on the back roads in our subdivision.
He looked over his shoulder and winked at me once we reached the stop sign to the main road, causing me to positively beam.
Wrapping my arms around him tight, he took off, accelerating from zero to fifty in a few heart stopping seconds.
It. Was. Awesome.
***
2 days later
“Holy shit, that’s a massive rock,” my sister said, as she admired the ring on my finger.
We were sitting in a booth at Halligans and Hadcuffs at my engagement party. How my sister and all of my lovely friends managed to get this done so quickly, was beyond me.
I nodded. “It is, isn’t it? I love it, though. Although I keep catching it in my hair when I’m trying to put it up in to a ponytail.”
She snorted. “I’m sure that’s a big downfall to being engaged, catching your ring on your hair and all.”
I smacked her with the back of my hand. “Shut it.”
A loud commotion from the bar had us all turning to see a cute little dark haired woman calling out for another shot of whiskey.
“What’s going on?” I asked, gesturing towards the woman.
Viddy looked over. “That’s Tunnel’s widow. She got flowers today from her husband.”
I tilted my head, thinking that over. “But how…”
She smiled sadly at me. “Tunnel delivered her flowers at work for the last four years. This year she got flowers at work again from him, but he’s been dead five months now.”
Holy shit.
Talk about freaking someone out.
How…sad. Horrible. Tragic.
Although romantic, it was also heartbreaking. That poor woman.
“Well, she deserves a lot more than a shot. That’s awful,” I said quietly, watching her belt back the shot that was just placed in front of her.
“I need to use the facilities,” my sister said. “Come with me.”
I stood without question. I mean seriously, who the hell wanted to go to the bathroom by themselves when they had other people to go with them?
“Ohh! Me, too!” Viddy yelled.
I looked down at the untouched beer in front of her with suspicion. “Why would you need to pee when you haven’t even touched your drink?”
Her hand went down to her belly protectively, and I smiled, jumping up and down while clapping my hands. “Holy shit! You’re pregnant!” Before I enfolded her into my arms.
My yell of exaltation brought Trance’s eyes to me, and then down to his wife.
He smiled warmly at her before returning to his conversation with Loki.
Loki and Trance were still pretty new to me. I only saw them occasionally at parties, and even then it was random at that.
They were both cops for the Benton Police Department, and for the last two months, they’d been working a case that spanned across two states, five counties, and three parishes.
It was a major deal lately in the papers, which kept their attention away from all the parties and rides I’d attended.
The papers had been speculating lately on what could draw that kind of law enforcement involvement, but all those involved were closed up tight about it. Even Grayson, who I knew for certain knew exactly what was going on.
However, I was happy. There was no way I was worrying myself for something that was out of my control.
“You and Rue will be pregnancy partners!” I cheered.
Viddy smiled shyly at me. “Yeah, but Rue’s a couple months in front of me. She’ll be having her baby when I’m in my second trimester.”
As we walked to the bathroom, Reese and Viddy spoke about the drawbacks of pregnancy, and I closed my ears, trying to un-hear about the possibility of my vag stretching out to the size of a watermelon.
Reese and Rue preceded me into the bathroom, which was why they never saw the arm loop around my belly, and the hand cover my face.
“Don’t yell or I’ll kill those cunts,” Colby snarled into my ear.
I froze, and my eyes closed.
Oh.
Fuck.
“Good girl. That’s a good girl. Walk with me out the back,” he instructed.
I nodded and started forward, hitting the long column on the door that would disengage the lock.
“Go to the side of the building. That’s where my car’s parked,” he growled.
I knew if I got into that car with him, I wouldn’t be alive for much longer, so I stalled.
“Your brothers are inside. Don’t you want to talk to them?” I asked, knowing it would incite his anger.
It did.
A hard punch to the back of the head had me falling down to my hands and knees.
Gravel dug into my palms painfully, but I stayed there, hoping I could buy enough time for Grayson to realize I was gone.
Preferably by not getting another punch to the head.
My eyes moved forward, and I saw loose gritty sand covering the ground next to the dumpster.
If I could only make it five feet, I could throw that in his eyes. Maybe get away from him.
I only managed to get a scant inch from my previous spot when Colby kicked me hard in the ribs, causing me to roll over in pain.
The muscles of my abdomen cramped in pain, and my eyes squeezed tightly shut.
God that hurt. Who would’ve thought?
My hands instinctively rose up to cover my head, waiting for the next blow, but it never came.
Instead, an enraged scream sounded behind me, moving Colby’s attention from me to the new threat.
I lifted my arms just in time to see Iliana barreling towards Colby with the anger and fierceness of an enraged kitten.
Colby stopped her easily, bringing his leg up just in time to slam it into Iliana’s leg, causing her to fall.