Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I frown. “Ugh, messy.”
“You guys are like a group of bitchy old women.”
We all turn to see Poppy standing behind us. She’s dirty, from god knows what, and she’s got a beer in her hand. “Mind if join?”
“Sit,” I say, scooting over. “We’ve always got room for one more.”
“Long as Beckett doesn’t need you,” Riggs mutters, looking to Poppy.
“Beckett can kiss my white ass. He is a grumpy, overbearing bag of dicks. If he goes missing, don’t look far, I’ll have his body.”
Eve giggles.
“Gettin’ along well then?” Remy grins.
“He’s about as easy to get along with as this fire,” Poppy murmurs, splashing her beer into the fire to make it sizzle. “Did someone kill his puppy when he was a kid or something? Because the man is bitter.”
“He’s a good dude,” Hank throws in from his spot on the other side of the fire. “He just doesn’t like you.”
Poppy rolls her eyes. “He doesn’t like the very air he breathes.”
I grin.
Adan shoves me with his shoulder.
I look at him. “What?” I mouth.
“Stop stirrin’ shit.”
“I absolutely am not,” I gasp. “I’m simply laughing at the truth.”
A loud bang comes from the shed where Poppy and Beckett were working and then a minute later, Beckett comes storming out, covered in god knows what. He charges straight towards Poppy, who looks up at him with a grin.
“You fuckin’ bitch. You knew that would blow if I mixed it,” he roars.
“That’ll teach you for questioning me,” Poppy says casually. “Next time, you’ll let me lead.”
“I could have lost a fuckin’ arm,” Beckett bellows.
“You can function without an arm,” Poppy shrugs.
Oh.
Boy.
She is clever. She’s not going to roll over and just let him take the lead. She’s making sure he knows she’s boss when it comes to making money and she’s not going to have it any other way. The two of them are going to bang heads. What a wild ride it’ll be.
“Not fuckin’ workin’ with her a second longer, boss,” Beckett says to Riggs. “She’s a fuckin’ menace.”
“You don’t get a choice. You’re the only man I trust in there not to fall in love and think with your cock the whole time,” Riggs grins. “Sorry, brother.”
“Trust me,” Beckett growls. “There is no fuckin’ chance any man will fall in love with her. Let alone put their cock near her.”
Poppy grins. “It’s true.”
Oh god.
She’s hilarious.
“Make the money. The quicker you do it, the quicker she’ll leave,” Riggs shrugs.
“She’ll fuckin’ kill me before then.”
Riggs looks to Beckett. “Suck it up, brother.”
Oh boy.
Beckett looks to Poppy. “You’re fuckin’ startin’ a war with me. You won’t win, bitch.”
“Ohhh, them fighting words,” Poppy taunts. “I can’t wait to see what you come up with, big guy.”
Beckett turns and disappears, and then we hear a loud chorus of curses followed by items being slammed and smashed.
“Is he always so moody?” Poppy asks casually.
“Quit stirrin’ him up,” Riggs orders. “You’re here because we’re doin’ you a favor. Do you want the alternative? Because I’ll happily do to you what I do to anyone else who steals from my club.”
Poppy glances at him. “You mean kill me? I doubt you’ll hurt me. Not even you’re that disgusting.”
“Try me,” Riggs warns.
Eve squeezes his thigh in a gentle warning.
We settle into enjoyable silence when the sound of gunshots rings out.
At first, it seems like it’s coming from a distance, but then, suddenly, we realize the gunshots are coming right at us.
Someone is in the parking lot, shooting right at the clubhouse.
Everyone moves quickly, as if our automatic reflexes kick in before we can think too much. You hear gunfire, you bloody move and you do it quickly. Adan has me on my feet in second and we’re running towards shelter. My heart races the entire time and my head spins as I try to process what the hell is going on.
“Get inside!” Riggs barks. “Get inside!”
I don’t run, but I can tell you I’ve never run so fast in my damned life. Adan continues to shield me as we move towards the open doors of the sheds beside the clubhouse. It’s the closest spot and we don’t have time to stop and think about it. We need to get away from the bullets flying, and this is the quickest and safest place to go.
The gunfire continues and the second we’re inside, Riggs slams the door shut and spins, staring at everyone. “Anyone hit?”
“I am,” Remy mutters, his voice tight. “Just a graze. It’s good.”
I look over and see he’s bleeding from his calf. I rush over. I roll up his pants and see it is just a graze, but it’s bleeding quite heavily. “I’ll sort you out. It’s okay.”
“Boys, get the weapons. Someone is fuckin’ attackin’ us,” Riggs orders.
Everyone but Remy, Eve, Poppy and I, disappears. I don’t even get a chance to say anything to Adan or tell him to be careful. That scares me, if he gets hit...