Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
The man didn’t even bother looking. Instead, he growled something.
“She’s coming home with me.”
I shook my head almost immediately. “No. She is not.”
He fisted his hand. “And how, exactly, are you going to stop me?”
That was when Travis sidled up, surprising not just the man, but me as well.
I hadn’t realized that he’d followed me out here.
Travis was not the type of man to stay silent and let a woman do the talking.
At least, I didn’t think that he was.
But then I saw the other man come up at my side and realized why he hadn’t immediately followed me out. He was getting backup.
Smart man.
“How about you leave before you make a scene.”
And that was when, instead of helping her down nicely, the man practically shoved Wednesday off his bike.
Her entire body hit the concrete before any of us could move, and her head bounced off with sickening force.
Travis moved.
One second, he was at my side. The next, he was across the short alley and slamming his fist into the man’s jaw.
The man went down hard, knocked out so quick and fast that not even he saw it coming.
Travis stood over the man with an angry expression on his face, and the man at my side whistled through his teeth.
“Damn, bro,” the man at my side said. “Anger issues?”
But the ‘bro’ was already moving toward Wednesday.
“Careful with her head, Baylor. She may need a doctor.”
I agreed but walked over to Wednesday who was rolling up to sit on her butt. When I got to her, I pulled out my phone and flipped on the flashlight, shining it into her eyes.
“Both pupils are dilated,” I murmured. “She’s been drugged.”
I felt the back of Wednesday’s head with both hands, happy when I didn’t find any lumps from her fall.
Before I could help her anymore, though, Travis’ brother helped Wednesday sit up with her back against the wall of the club. He was crouched down in front of her, inspecting her face.
“Baylor,” Travis snarled. “Get that piece of trash out of here.”
Baylor, whom I assumed was Travis’ brother, seeing as they’d greeted each other as they had, followed his command. But only after he’d checked Wednesday over thoroughly, who was sitting down beside the building with her forehead resting on her upraised knees.
“Sure, bro.”
Then he walked over to the man that Travis had taken down, grabbed him by the leather jacket, and then drug him over to the bike he’d been trying to get Wednesday to straddle in her inebriated state.
Once there, he threw him over the seat so his face was only inches away from the ground. Then he picked up a half-filled Dr. Pepper bottle—which might I add had dip spit in it—and poured it over the man’s face.
I nearly vomited.
The liquid poured over the man’s face, and started to go up his nose and into his partially open mouth.
Bile rose in my belly, and I had to turn away.
“Fuck.” I covered my mouth with my hand. “That’s the most disgusting thing I’d ever seen in my life.”
I could handle a lot.
I was a nurse.
I’d seen babies being born. I’d worked a motorcycle wreck that had the man’s face nearly ripped off. I’d even had to pack an ulcer wound that was all the way down to the bone on some man’s ass.
None of that compared to thinking about some random person’s spit cup full of tobacco juice going into another human being’s mouth.
Not only was it unsanitary, but it was also disgusting and dangerous.
But, after witnessing him groping Wednesday while she was clearly under the influence, and trying to get her to stay on his bike while he did it…well, I didn’t have much care or understanding for the man.
Travis’ eyes caught mine, and he winked.
I lifted my lip in a silent snarl, causing him to laugh.
I then proceeded to flip him off, which only made him laugh harder.
“Get your girl home, Hannah,” he ordered.
I looked at my ‘girl,’ who happened to now be lying on the dirty alley floor.
“Help me get her to my car?” I pleaded, holding my hands up in a praying motion.
He did it without me asking twice. Once Wednesday was in his arms—and I wouldn’t be admitting that it caused me even the tiniest bit of jealousy—he took her to my car. A car I hadn’t even told him was mine, and waited for me to open it for him.
Once he had her placed in my back seat, he closed the door, walked to me, placed a single kiss on my forehead, and was gone moments later.
His destination? The man that Baylor was talking to.
I chose to drive away instead of staying to watch what was about to happen to that man.
I could deny any knowledge of the incident…and that man would get what he deserved.