Hood River Zero Read online K. Webster (Hood River Hoodlums #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Hood River Hoodlums Series by K. Webster
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
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“He knocked up a girl named Leslie late last spring. She’s a sophomore now. After seeing a counselor, she made the decision with her parents to give the baby up for adoption. I only found this out because one of the other responders I work with is friends with Leslie’s mom. Anyway, she got us in touch with the family. Leslie is in no way prepared to be a mother and is suffering from the psychological effects of what happened with Wes. She thinks the baby will do better with parents who are capable of taking care of the child.”

“What about Wes? Does he get rights?”

“He could probably fight it, though hard to do in prison. But, lucky for us, he signed away his rights because he’s apparently in denial the baby is his.” Hollis sighs. “For weeks we’ve been waiting on this paperwork. Just in time, too. She’ll pop that baby out next month if she goes that far.”

I scrub my palm over my face. “Wow. Wes’s baby, huh?”

“Roan’s and my baby,” he corrects. “The baby will be ours.”

“Right on,” I say with a nod. “Congrats, man. This is exciting. You’re outgrowing that garage apartment, though.”

He smirks. “We looked at three different houses this week. Roan wanted the fixer-upper because it’s bigger, but with us having small children, that might not be the best idea.”

“I’m sure Jace would be glad to help his son out. He works for that construction company now.” I shrug. “Just an idea.”

“One that Roan is warming to,” Hollis admits with a chuckle. “He really wants that house. It might be what he and his dad need to finally patch things up between them.”

“Whatever you guys decide on, it’ll be great. I’m proud of you two. Grown-ups and shit. Who would have predicted we’d be here?”

“Certainly not me,” he says with a groan. “You guys were such assholes to me.” He smirks. “And because of me, most of you Hoodlums are finding love.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I tease, playfully punching his arm. “You ready to get these kids high on sugar?”

“It’s what daddies do.” He laughs and then hollers at the kids. “Who wants ice cream?”

Those squeals of delight will never get old.

And pretty soon, we’ll have more to add to the bunch.

Penny

“You sure this is it?” Jace asks, peering through the windshield at the nice two-story home.

“God,” I groan. “You’re so fucking old. You act like you’ve never heard of the internet, pet.”

“I’m just sayin’ if we’re going to be rolling up on some dude in the suburbs, it better be his damn house. I don’t need a neighborhood watch granny calling the cops on us and it be wasted on the wrong house.”

“You’re grumpy.” I turn and lift a brow at him. “You can sit in the car if you want.”

“And let your skinny ass deal with that motherfucker alone? Get real, kid.”

I shrug, climbing out of the Jeep. We walk up the street to his house, keeping to bushes and trees when possible.

“What if his parents are home?” Jace whispers. “What then?”

“I already stalked out his parents on social media. They go to church every Sunday and then go to his mom’s sister’s for lunch. Without fail.”

We prowl across his yard and then walk up the steps on Eli’s front porch to the front door. Jace and I thought long and hard over breakfast this morning coming to the best solution.

Surprise attack.

Jace stands off to the side—because who would really answer the door to a six-foot, tatted up, cut as fuck ex-convict looking dude?—while I bang on the front door. A few minutes later, I hear footsteps and then the door opens.

“You’ve got some balls showing up here alone,” Eli sneers. “Come to finish what you started?”

Jace steps in front of me. “She’s not alone, fuckwad.”

I don’t get to see the look of surprise on Eli’s face, but the sickening pop of Jace’s fist is enough satisfaction for me. Eli crumples to the entryway floor, knocked out cold.

Jace shakes out his hand and then drags Eli away from the door so we can close it behind us. He towers over him while I squat down.

“You’re really going to do this? Are you sure you want to see—”

“Take off his shirt,” I order. “Now.”

Jace grumbles but works on removing Eli’s shirt while I unbutton his jeans. I grab his jeans and boxers, pulling them all the way down to his ankles. Once his dick, in a nest of overgrown pubes, is on display, I grab my Sharpie from my hoodie pocket.

I’m a fucking wannabe rapist with a teeny tiny dick.

I write it nice and big across his chest, making sure to draw many arrows to his stupid cock. Jace snorts out a laugh.

Roofies are the only way I can get laid.

That line gets written on his thigh.


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