Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 117752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
“We could use a little help with the frozen one.”
Greer looked delighted that they hadn’t found the castle clue yet. Each of their teams had returned, unable to find the next clue.
“I’ll give you another clue. Use your fucking brain.” He sniggered.
Knox must have grabbed his phone back, because the connection went haywire before the call disconnected.
“He’s a son of a bitch.” Stud stared at his phone as if he wanted to reach out and drag Greer out of the device.
“That’s what Sex Piston and I have been trying to tell you.” The Destructors were taking bets on who would be the first one to beat Greer to a bloody pulp. The pot was beginning to be worth as much as the treasure he had hidden.
Stud’s anger returned in a flash, sobering her as he pulled up his contacts on his cell phone.
“You calling Knox back?”
“No, I’m calling Calder.”
24
Crazy Bitch left Stud’s office so fast she didn’t bother closing the door, wincing when she heard it slam shut before she made it back to the clubroom.
Going to their table, she saw that they had already cleaned up the upturned table and broken beer bottles.
“Stud’s not going to be happy when he finds out you cleaned. I was supposed to do it.”
“I’m a big girl. I don’t need you doing my punishments for me.” Sex Piston brushed off the drops of beer that were clinging to the tabletop.
Crazy Bitch grabbed her purse. “I’m out of here. Anyone need a ride?”
“I got a new dress on. I don’t want it ruined by the springs in your car.”
Crazy Bitch started to tell her that it would be doing it a favor. The navy blue and white dress made her want to gag. It was suited for one of the uppity bitches who worked in offices who always set her teeth on edge.
“I haven’t returned my rental car yet. Calder paid for it for an extra couple of days. It has a sunroof.”
Fat Louise gathered her purse. “I’m ready. If I’m lucky, I’ll have time to get home before Stud calls Cade.”
“If we go now, you’ll make it. He was calling Calder when I left him.”
Sex Piston gave a low whistle. “You sure you don’t want to go home with me? He’s going to be pissed.”
“The day I get afraid about how a man reacts to something I’ve done, do me a favor and put me down, besides he’s still in Lexington.”
“Then what’s the rush to get home?” Sex Piston asked.
“I fucking gave my beer away like a loser. No reason to stay. I don’t think Stud is going to be giving me one of his.”
“I think you’re right there. He’s so mad right now he’d pour it down the drain before letting you have one.”
Crazy Bitch winced. “I really fucked up. I’m sorry I dragged you all into this bullshit with Sam. Where’s T.A.?”
“Bear hauled her off to his room. They haven’t come back, so she must be making it up to him. She’ll probably be the only one getting laid tonight.”
“No, she won’t.” Killyama took the beer that Train was handing her.
Crazy Bitch flipped the lucky bitch off, waving bye to the others.
“What’d you say?” Fat Louise asked, trying to keep up with her as they walked toward the rental car.
She looked over the roof of the car, waiting for her to catch up. “I said, Killyama is the luckiest bitch I know. She was the only one who had a car when we went to high school, she was the only one who had a mother with a brain, she works with two men who are not only hot but they know how to kick ass, and she’s the only one who’s going to get laid tonight. And she has the nerve to gloat to us!”
“No, she isn’t. T.A—”
“Bear couldn’t fuck his way out of a paper bag.” Crazy Bitch snorted, unlocking the car door. “Those ‘roids he uses to make his arms and neck bigger have shrunk his dick into a thimble.”
Fat Louise giggled as she got into the car. “T.A. brags about how good he is.”
Crazy Bitch started the car. “That bitch is lying.”
Pulling out of the parking lot, she drove toward Fat Louise’s house.
“How do you know?”
“I just know.”
“Did you and Bear…?”
“Hell no. I might have been drunk one night and accidentally went into his bedroom by mistake. T.A. was trying to get a rise out of his limp noodle.”
Fat Louise slapped her hand over her mouth. “Accidentally?”
“That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.”
She slowed the car, coming to a stop at a stop sign. Turning, she accelerated down the empty street, when the dark interior of the car was suddenly filled with red lights.
“Damn. It’s the cops.”
Fat Louise turned to look over her shoulder. “Were you speeding?”