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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
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“How do you know Graham?” I ask, ignoring the insult.

I am big. So what? I’m not ashamed of it. They can take any pathetic little digs they want.

“Wait… you don’t know?” Leatherjacket laughs again. “Graham and your old man were best buds once upon a time.”

“Should we be telling her this?”

Leatherjacket grins and waves a hand. “Look around. This was meant to be. Of all the places we could’ve come, we chose here, the one establishment little Lilly Hill happens to be.”

“Did Graham try to help Dad get clean?” I ask.

They both laugh at this, with a hard edge to it.

“Graham and your dad were junkies-in-arms.”

“Not just that, though…”

“What do you mean?” I say.

They exchange a look, then more laughter and mocking.

“How about this, little Lilly? You give us something, and we’ll give you all the answers you need.”

The man in denim grins. “If you’re saying what I think you are, we’d have to get a paper bag first.”

I try to give Miles another look, silently communicating I can handle this, but Miles is already on his feet. His chair screeches against the floor, causing the two men to turn to him. They’re even drunker than I thought, their eyes widening as they take in Miles’ size and the hate blazing in his eyes. He glares at them, stepping around the table and putting his giant body between them and me.

Confused emotion grips me. There’s a primal thrill when I see the taut muscles pressing through Miles’ shirt and his fierce desire to defend me. I also need to learn what the hell these men meant. More than friends, they said. Was Dad his dealer?

“You’re both going to apologize,” Miles snarls.

“We are?” Leatherjacket says, all cocky.

The man in denim must be more sober. He looks at his friend, shaking his head slowly. “Josh, relax, man.”

“Who are you, anyway?” Josh says, shouldering his leather jacket. The gesture is as sharp as his features like he’s ready for a fight.

“I’m her uncle,” Miles snaps, “and there’s no damn way I’m going to let you insult my niece and get away with it.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Miles

The man in the leather, Josh, is almost my height. The other is shorter and stockier, with a more muscular frame, but they will be facedown on the floor and bleeding in agony if they don’t make this right.

I tried to respect Layla’s wishes. She was shooting me looks, essentially begging for me to remain seated. It’s the only reason I didn’t dismantle these bastards the second they laughed cruelly at my woman.

Josh waves a hand. “Relax, man. We were only messing around. What were we supposed to do? We’re never allowed to say hello at the restaurant.”

“Why do you have to say hello at all?” I growl, stepping forward.

The man in denim flinches. He knows something terrible could happen to them if they don’t fix this. The other one is slower on the uptake.

“All right, relax. We haven’t done anything wrong.”

“You insulted my woman,” I cut in, stepping even closer, my voice dead and emotionless. I don’t mean to, but it’s there, the pulsing deep within. I’m preparing for a fight.

“Nobody gets to do that,” I say, as Josh finally gets the point.

He begins to wilt under my glare, actually hunching over, shrinking as I tighten my fists so hard my fingers jab into my palms. Every inch of my body drips with the need to protect.

“Fucking nobody,” I roar, and suddenly the conversations stop, and people turn to look at us. I’ve got to be careful and remember my little brother, but I can’t.

“She belongs to me. She’s mine. That woman you think it’s okay to make fun of, you little goddamn worms, is going to be my wife one day. She’s going to have my children. Do you think insulting her is an intelligent thing to do?”

“N-no,” Josh says after a long pause, “but—”

“Shut up, man,” the man in denim snaps.

“But,” Josh says, “didn’t you say you were her uncle?”

I swallow, not sure how to respond.

From behind me, Layla says, “You’re both drunk. You must’ve misheard.”

They don’t buy it, but I don’t give a damn. Another step forward has them moving back like they’re debating running.

“Apologize and leave. Now.”

“I’m sorry,” Josh says. “Seriously. Jesus. I don’t want any trouble.”

“I’m sorry too,” the man in denim says, taking Josh’s arm. “We both are, okay? Let’s get out of here.”

They weave across the restaurant. Staff members hover in the balcony doorway, looking at me as if I’m going to start flipping tables. As I watch them go, the violence in me rages as though part of me wants it to come to blows. I turn to find Layla gazing wide-eyed at me. People are still watching us.

“We should go,” Layla whispers, “so we can talk.”

Yeah, about what I said. I called her my future wife. I told the truth and said she would have my children one day.


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