Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Sean didn’t even hesitate.
One second he was walking away, and the next he was hammering a vicious punch into BB’s face.
BB went down like a stone, right at Sean’s feet. He was out like a freakin’ light.
The men around us, as well as the women still standing in the bathroom line, stared in stunned silence for all of five seconds before cheers erupted.
“He’s drunk,” one said.
“He better be drunk. Even I wouldn’t mess with a man that big,” another added.
“That rocker on the man’s back was enough to deter me from doing anything,” one more butted in.
I stared at Sean as he angrily stomped away, pushing through his own brothers and not saying a word as he went.
“Uhh,” I hesitated.
Imogen held out her hand, and I walked forward.
She tagged me around the wrist and pulled me to Tally, who was trying really hard not to smile.
Tally started giggling.
“I’ve never seen him that mad!”
“Tommy would be mad as hell, too, had he said words about you like that man said about Naomi,” Imogen whispered.
“I thought he was going to do a lot worse than just hit him,” Verity added in her two cents. “Did you hear that part about BB and Sean sharing her?”
I shivered.
“Let me guess,” I said slowly. “The man said stuff about me and Sean freaked out.”
Imogen nodded. “Sort of. He got all quiet first. Then when he tried to go into the bathroom, and you showed, the man’s eyes went all creepy like and Sean told him to ‘be careful.’” She stopped. “You know the rest.”
I didn’t bother asking what was said by BB. It was likely vulgar and it was best that I kept myself ignorant.
“Do you remember four years ago when Sean got pissed over that man stealing his seat in the bar, and then one thing led to another and Sean punched the guy like he just did a few minutes ago?” Tommy Tom asked Truth at my back.
I turned my head and studied Tommy Tom.
“It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen,” Truth nodded. “One single punch to the jaw, and the man was out exactly like that. It’s good to see he didn’t lose his touch when he left the Marines.”
I looked at Tommy Tom in confusion.
He noticed and started to explain.
“Sean used to be one of those Body Bearers for the Marines. They called him Beast while he was doing that. He was freakin’ jacked,” Tommy Tom explained. “He’s actually slimmed down a lot since he got out of the Corps.”
The man was bigger?
Jesus. He was already hard as a rock everywhere. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what he looked like bigger.
“What’s so special about being a Body Bearer for the Marines?” Imogen asked.
A man piped in that was beside us.
His biker patch said ‘Griffin.’
“Because those guys are fuckin’ beasts,” Griffin said from where he was leaning against the wall in the hallway. “All other branches of the military use eight pall bearers for a funeral service. The Marines only use six. They carry the casket at elbow height, and they lift it to eye level and hold it there before it’s lowered into the ground. They’re not allowed to breathe out of their mouths. They’re in perfect presentation at all times. Normally, that means they're out in the heat and sunshine, full fucking dress uniform.”
That did sound hard.
“They really are pretty fuckin’ awesome. And well respected. They train in a goddamned basement for hours a day to make it look perfect when they were at a Marine’s funeral.”
That sounded depressing, and actually kind of dedicated.
Hell, I was lying. That showed a lot of dedication.
Dedication that I sure as hell didn’t have.
I didn’t work out.
I should, but I didn’t.
Why? Because working out made my boobs bounce so hard that they hurt, my legs shook, and my head throbbed.
Why work out when it hurt that much?
“Oh, shit.”
I turned my head in the direction of the ‘oh shit’ and found Tommy Tom staring at something straight ahead.
My eyes automatically went in that direction to find Sean, his arms crossed and his jaw clenched, staring down at a woman with a blank expression on his face.
The woman, however, didn’t have a blank expression.
She was talking animatedly to him. Her arms were waving, and she was poking him in the chest every so often.
“Who’s that?” Imogen asked, stopping at my side.
I moved until I was nearly touching the glass that was separating the inside from the outside, and watched.
“That’s his ex-wife,” Truth grumbled. “She’s the one that left him while he was deployed.”
That was enough to get me moving.
One second I was inside and the next I was outside, heading in the direction of Sean with an angry scowl on my face.
“I don’t know what the big deal was. We were eighteen.”
I stopped at Sean’s back.