Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
She glanced up at me before lowering her gaze again. “What happens now?”
Yeah. That was the million-dollar question.
I took a deep breath before I replied. “Are you on any kind of birth control, Willa?” When she gasped and looked up at me with wide, shocked eyes I had my answer. I tried to keep my voice gentle when I felt anything but gentle. I wanted to kick my own ass. “We’ll get something to keep you from getting pregnant in case I forgot protection.”
“Seems like you used condoms.” She indicated the opened packets on the floor. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Her naivety grated on my nerves. I had to remind myself none of this was her fault. I had no reason to be irritated with her. I was irritated because I was all kinds of stupid for letting this happen in the first Goddamned place and needed to lash out.
“Do you remember everything about last night, Willa? Because I sure the fuck don’t. Only takes one time.” I let my exasperation show despite knowing being harsh with her was a shit thing to do.
She flinched back, her face flushing. “No.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry. You’re right. That was a stupid thing to say.”
I sighed, feeling like a complete fucking asshole. I’d known Willa since she was a baby. I’d been a skinny teenager at the time, but I remembered Trucker carrying a very pregnant Helen from the back of that fucking eighties-model Winnebago with a knife sticking out of her belly. Mama had delivered Willa into the world and Helen had refused to name her until they’d caught the man who’d stabbed her. Not out of stubbornness, though. Out of fear.
That man’s death was a legend in the club. They’d gotten the bastard so drunk the moonshine they fed him dribbled from his lips because he was unable to swallow. He’d probably have died on his own from alcohol poisoning if they’d let him be. But no one in Bones used hope as a tactic when it came to something like a man’s death. Oh no.
It had been the coldest couple of weeks on record for the area when we’d struck. And by “we,” I mean my dad, Cain, and the rest of the club. I was too young to participate. Me and my brother, Ice, had snooped in club business, watching and listening to everything we could. Looking back, I’m sure Data and Cain knew we were snooping. It wasn’t long after that Dad had talked with us about being careful what we said in front of others and to never, under any circumstances, discuss anything associated with Bones with anyone outside of the club.
The guy had been blackout drunk. Unable to do anything but lie where they left him on the floor of the shack he’d been renting while looking for Helen. They’d left the doors and windows open, and the guy had frozen to death. Considering the fact he’d been trying to cut the baby from Helen’s body to sell, I thought he’d gotten off too easy.
“You want me to take you to the pharmacy? I’ll get you a morning after pill.” I tried to soften my tone but wasn’t certain I managed.
“No. I’m good. I can go myself.”
I nodded my head only to wince as the pounding intensified. “Good. Just so you know, I’m clean. But if you still want to get tested, I’ll pay for it.” She nodded her head but didn’t say anything. “You’ll let me know if you, uh, you know, you need anything?” Could I be any more of a bastard?
“Yeah.” She kept her arms crossed over her chest and all but bolted for the door, not bothering with her clothes. I’d have to get those back to her at some point. Preferably without Trucker knowing. Though my shirt swallowed her whole, I found myself tilting my head, staring at her retreating form, hoping to catch a glimpse of her ass as she fled.
That wasn’t gonna work out well for me. Especially as I glanced at the sheets on my bed and saw a stain of blood. Yeah. I wasn’t touching that possibility because there was absolutely no way I’d taken Willa’s virginity while so drunk I could barely remember anything. That was just too crass for words. If this situation didn’t cost me my position as vice president of Bones for abusing my power over an innocent woman, it would certainly get me killed by Trucker.
Well. If he decided to punish me, I’d take it like a man. Even if I had to stand there while the big bastard cut my Goddamned throat.
* * *
Willa
Oh, God. I was in so much trouble.
OK. So, this was salvageable. First thing I needed to do was go to the pharmacy. I could get Plan B over the counter easily enough. I believed Cyclone when he said he was clean. And he was right. I didn’t remember enough about the previous night to be sure of anything. Well, other than the fact that we’d had sex.