Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Wolf’s dark brown eyes looked from the ceiling to me, and he glared.
“I’m not going to hell. If anyone’s going to hell, it’s you. You’re a heathen who doesn’t go to church,” he informed me.
I snorted.
“Right. ‘Church’ to you is a meeting with the boys from your club. Church to normal people means actually going into a house of God and worshipping him in a sanctuary, amongst other like-minded believers. You haven’t been to church in well over a decade, if not more,” I turned to Dean. “Do you go to church?”
Dean’s amusement was apparent as I turned my gaze to him.
“No,” he shook his head. “Don’t have time. But even if I did, I wouldn’t go.”
“Why not?” I asked curiously.
“Because I don’t have to go to church to know I’m going to hell,” he drawled.
I started laughing.
Wolf did, too.
“But really,” Wolf questioned once he caught his breath. “What did you find out.”
Dean spoke, saving me the grief of having to tell my brother about those two assholes and exactly what they wished to do with my body, now and when I was sixteen.
“Jensen’s a fucking piece of work,” Wolf growled.
A loud slam had me turning in my chair to stare at Griffin who’d just knocked his phone off his desk in anger.
“What the fuck?” Wolf asked, standing.
“Fucking motherfucker!” Griffin bellowed. “I’m going to kill her.”
“What are you bitching about?” Wolf’s brows lowered. “You’re not making sense.”
“That woman makes me not make sense!” he yelled. “Do you want to know what she did this time?”
“Are we talking about your wife, Lenore?” I wondered.
Griffin’s eyes cut to mine.
“You’d never do anything stupid like her, would you?” he pushed.
I blinked, then shook my head.
“Of course not,” I lied.
His eyes narrowed.
“She cut. All. Her. Hair. Off,” he enunciated each word perfectly, and I nearly lost my battle with my smile.
“She cut her hair?” Wolf clarified.
Griffin nodded.
“Did you ask her why?” I suggested.
Griffin’s glare was obvious, even from behind his hands as he rubbed his face in anger.
“Of course I asked her why. And she said because it was too hot, and her hair got frizzy when it rained,” he explained, abruptly standing. “But I don’t agree with it.”
Then, without another word, he left. Heading straight for his motorcycle, which he started with a roar and drove off so fast that I lost sight of him within a few seconds of leaving.
Wolf rolled his eyes heavenward, and I turned back around in my chair to, once again, face my brother, my arms crossed over my chest.
The chill that’d swept over me when Dean started explaining about our day had thawed with Griffin’s irrational reaction to his wife cutting her hair, and a small grin had settled over my lips.
“What’s this Joseph’s last name?” Wolf asked Dean, walking around his desk to take a seat behind it.
Dean’s head turned toward me, and I said, “Joseph Perry.”
Wolf nodded and wrote it down, then wrote the name of Joseph’s wife.
“Alright,” he said, tossing the pen down. “I’ll get the name searched, and let you know what I find out about Joseph.”
“And Jensen and Barrett?”
Wolf raised his brows at me. “What about them?”
“You’re not going to tell me anything more, are you?” I knew he wouldn’t be.
He shook his head. “Negative.”
I lifted my lip in contempt. “How did I know that would be your answer?”
“Because you’re not stupid,” he said. “And your involvement in this is over. No more is needed from you, got it?”
I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Let’s go home,” I ordered Dean. “This place smells.”
Wolf snorted then stood, following us out to Dean’s car.
After a quick kiss goodbye, Wolf walked back inside, and I got into the truck with Dean, closing my door.
“Love you, brother,” I called to him.
Wolf tossed me a smile over his shoulder.
“Love you, too, you pain in the ass.”
Dean’s soft laugh had me turning to him.
“Shut up.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
***
Four hours later
Turns out Joseph was really just a businessman, a legitimate one, who just wanted to be paid for whatever business he had with Barrett.
The relief I felt after hearing those very words come out of my brother’s mouth was torrential.
Though, a niggling feeling hit me the moment Wolf hung up the phone after telling me he had to get to work.
It also wasn’t the one I got when he was in danger. No, this one was worse
A bad omen or something.
A sense of foreboding.
Bad ju-ju.
Whatever the hell it was, I didn’t like it.
Taking a surreptitious look around as Dean pulled out into traffic, I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes to shake off the mental images of shit going bad.
Positive vibes, July. Positive vibes.
Chapter 16
Never do the same mistake twice. Unless she’s hot…then you can do her as much as you want.
-Words of wisdom
Dean
I walked through the door bone tired, but in a surprisingly good mood considering my day.