Heart-On (Turf Wars #2) Read Online Bella Jewel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Funny, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Turf Wars Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
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“I hope you’re going to prove him wrong?”

I grin. “Oh, I am.”

“Good, that’ll teach him for being so dicky.”

“Back in my day, men would get hard just walking down the street.”

I grin. Eve grins. And at the same time we both say, “Hi, Doris.”

Doris, Eve’s longtime customer, is walking up behind me. She’s here for her daily coffee and cake, but mostly, I think she comes to listen to our gossip. She’s an old devil and she loves it. Doesn’t matter how raunchy it gets, she’s in on it and always offering advice.

“Good morning, ladies, I couldn’t help but hear you were having penis issues.”

I snort out my coffee, and Eve bursts out laughing.

“It’s not an issue, Doris,” I say between laughter. “It’s mostly ... well ... a challenge.”

“Men aren’t difficult, dear. It’s all about liking what they see. You need to dress nicer.”

“I’m his nurse, Doris, not his eye candy.”

“Why can’t you be both?”

I smile and shake my head. “Because that would be slutty and bad for my reputation.”

Doris shrugs. “I know what I’d be doing if I were in your shoes.”

“I’m terrified to ask,” Eve says, holding a tray in her hands. “But what?”

“I’d drive him crazy. I’d be doing everything I could to make sure I was in his mind constantly. Once you have a man like that, he’s yours for life. The power of our feminine cues are far stronger than you might think, my dear.”

I laugh. “You terrify me, Doris.”

“We didn’t have social media and nudes in my day, dear. We just had to use what we carried around with us every day. There were no filters and none of that lip business, you know, where they look like bubbles...”

“Fillers?” I smirk.

“Yes, those. Why can’t people be happy with what the good lord gave them? I could get them with just a look.”

I grin. “Well, I’m sure you made them all weak at the knees.”

“I still do,” she nods proudly.

I have absolutely no doubt about that.

“Well, I’d love to sit here and chat all day but I have a biker who will no doubt try to do things he can’t if I’m not constantly watching him. So, I better go.”

I take the last, long, delicious sip of my coffee and then I spin on my heel and leave the café, waving behind me as I go. I saunter over to the garage with a big smile on my face. After all, what’s there not to smile about? The sun is out, the birds are chirping, and I’m employed.

My phone rings in my pocket with a familiar ringtone.

You know the ones you put on you so know when a person is calling.

It might be because you really want to take that call.

Or it might be that you do not want to take that call.

My smile wavers a little as the tune to “Happy” echoes through the parking lot. I didn’t pick that song because the person on the other line makes me happy. I picked it so my heart wouldn’t sink so much when it rang, so my hands wouldn’t tremble and my knees wouldn’t feel wobbly. It takes the edge off the reaction I get when I see that name, and somehow keeps me sane.

I put one foot in front of the other as I move toward the garage, waiting for the sound to stop. Eventually it does, only for it to fire back up again seconds later. Once again, I ignore it. This happens all the way until I’m inside the garage and looking around for Adan. Finally, it stops, and I can breathe a sigh of relief.

They say you can’t just ignore your problems, but I’m kind of hoping that maybe I can.

Maybe this problem will go away on its own.

I’m starting to think I might be wrong.

“Where’s the injured one?” I ask Riggs, walking up to him.

He’s mid-way through doing something on a car when he looks over at me, sweat on his handsome face, spanner in his hand. He’s gorgeous, and god knows Evelina wasn’t going to be able to stay away from him forever.

“Inside. Before you go, can we chat?”

I cross my arms. “That depends. Is it a deep and meaningful, because I’m not prepared for one of those. We need a lot more alcohol...”

“No, it’s about Adan.”

“That was the other thing I was going to need alcohol for,” I exhale. “What is it? What does the king need now? Is he complaining about me? Because I can tell you he is a pain in the ass to live with. The man is rude and thinks he’s running some sort of brothel ...”

“Just watch him, yeah?”

I shake my head in confusion. “For what?”

“He’s been depressed before, seen it with my own eyes. It’s not pretty and it turns him into a fuckin’ nightmare. I’m worried he’ll go down that path again, because I’m seein’ the changes in him.”


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