Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Like something out of a horror movie.
I darted across the hallway to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, then sprayed some dry shampoo into my hair and slapped on some lip gloss. Full makeup wasn’t really an option at this point, but it was better than nothing. I dashed off a quick note for Cookie and crept quietly out of my room to the kitchen, where I propped it up on the table. I figured I’d email her, too, that should cover things well enough. Then I walked out into the living room to find one of the prospects, Gordie, on the couch watching TV.
Pisser. I’d been hoping he’d be asleep.
“What’s up?” he asked, taking in my backpack and shoes.
“I’m going out,” I told him brightly. Nothing to see here. “Don’t worry about it.”
He stood up immediately, fully alert.
“I have orders to keep all of you safe in the house.”
“You don’t get to make that decision,” I told him, sounding far more confident than I felt. “I appreciate the concern, but I’m not a prisoner.”
“I’m calling Deke.”
“Fine, call him,” I said, moving toward the door. Unfortunately, he was bigger than me and he blocked it. “Are we really going to do this? Like, are you actually planning to hold me prisoner in this living room?”
“If I have to,” he told me, his voice grim. “Deke can decide.”
Double pisser.
I whipped out my phone and called Hunter.
“I have a situation,” I told him. “They aren’t gonna let me leave. Maybe we should just do this tomorrow …”
Hunter growled through the phone.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” he said,
“Wait! What do you mean?”
“I’m coming to get you. How many guys are in the house?”
“Just one,” I said frantically. “But seriously, this could get ugly. Why don’t I—”
There was a pounding on the door.
I locked eyes with Gordie.
“That’s Hunter, and I don’t think he’s going away,” I told him quietly. “Is this really worth a fight? Just let me head out, okay? You don’t have a right to keep me away from him.”
“Not my call to make,” he said, shaking his head. “Deke’s on his way. You sit tight and he’ll decide how to handle this.”
Hunter pounded the door again. Shit. I texted him.
ME: Deke is coming so I think you should just go home. We don’t want a fight over this. Not now, when everyone is so touchy
HUNTER: No fucking way. You’re my old lady and you’re coming home with me. They have a problem with it, I’ll call in my brothers to help me
I froze. That didn’t sound good. Not at all.
ME: What about the truce? Wasn’t that our first priority?
HUNTER: I’ve already claimed you in front of my club, you’re my property now. If the Reapers won’t let my old lady come with me, that’s an act of war
I read the words and felt sick. Had he lost his mind? Yes, I decided. He had. Apparently he was so tired and worn out he’d forgotten what really mattered here.
Keeping the peace for all our sakes.
ME: It’s just one night babe. We’ll get it sorted out tomorrow. You have too much to lose here
HUNTER: No fucking way. I back down now it shows weakness. I’m not the one being unreasonable here Em. I just want to pick up my girl friend
More pounding on the door. Gordie looked nervous, but he stood his ground, blocking me.
“Open up!” Hunter shouted outside.
ME: Is this really about us, or about you making some kind of point with Deke?
HUNTER: It started out about us. But him saying I can’t see my woman? Thats a problem. Deke is pulling up now. We’ll figure it out
Sure enough, I heard a truck engine. Cookie wandered out into the living room wearing a man’s bathrobe, rubbing her eyes.
“What’s going on?” she asked, sleepily. “I have to be up at four. This better be important.”
“I think we’re having a contest to see who has the biggest dick,” I muttered, frustrated. “Hunter came to pick me up, but Gordie won’t let me out and now Deke’s here. I’m just waiting for them to start whipping out their rulers.”
“Ridiculous,” Cookie said. “Come with me.”
I raised a brow.
“Kind of in the middle of something,” I muttered. I heard Deke’s voice out front, yelling at Hunter. Shit. If we didn’t shut this down, someone was going to get seriously hurt.
“Come. With. Me.” Cookie said, her voice harsher than I’d ever heard it. Damn. She looked almost scarier than Deke.
“Okay,” I said, eyes darting toward Gordie. I followed her back to her bedroom, where Silvie lay sound asleep with her favorite stuffed animal tucked in next to her. Cookie made a “ta-dah!” kind of gesture, showing me the French doors next to her bed.
“You can go out there and sneak around the front,” she said. “Just bypass them entirely.”