Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“I don’t know. My best guess is just about anything you do in your room, he saw. Or would’ve seen. We don’t really know how many actual videos he’s taken so far, but this one was the type where you have to actually come into the apartment to get the feed. That’s probably what he was going to do when he broke into your apartment.”
Instead of the fear that I expected, her face was replaced by rage. Pure, volatile rage.
“That stupid piece of shit. That goddamn piece of mother fuckin’ shit! Do you have any idea how much of his shit I had to put up with?” She asked, pushing me backwards so she could stand. “That little dick. Do you have any idea what he tried to do to get in my pants?”
I looked at her, stunned at the change.
When I shook my head, she continued. “That man was hounding me for months! Thank God I told him I wouldn’t sleep with him until I loved him. Jesus Christ.”
Her hair was in a braid, but during her tirade, she yanked the band that was at the end of her braid out, and started viciously tearing her plaits apart.
“The nerve! Thank God you came along, or I would have. When I met you, everything I thought I had with Paul flew out the fuckin’ window. Then you had to go and give me a ride on your stupid motorcycle, and all of my bad girl tendencies came back.”
“Bad girl tendencies?” I asked in surprise.
She glared at me. “Yes, bad girl tendencies. The ones where I want to ride motorcycles, and blow off my responsibilities.”
“You blew off responsibilities for me?” Trance asked.
My brothers were standing behind me laughing at Viddy’s tirade, all the while she paced. “Yes! I was supposed to go to Adeline’s house and help her deep clean her house, but all you had to do was bring out the dimples and I don’t even have the gumption to tell you no.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared back at her. “You know she’s pregnant, not an invalid. There’re pregnant people running marathons at nine months pregnant. I think Adeline can handle a goddamn house cleaning.”
“She told me everything hurts. I was supposed to help.”
“You’re blind, or you were blind, what could you do?” I asked.
“I’m not blind...per say. I can offer moral support.” She said as she crossed her arms across her chest.
“Right. If it’s really that bad, then Kettle can afford to hire some cleaners.”
“You just have an answer for everything, don’t you?” She sniffed.
“Most.”
With a huff, she spun around and walked into the house.
I watched the door slowly, waiting for the inevitable, and wasn’t let down a minute or so later when all four dogs were let outside, with the door slammed shut solidly behind them.
“You don’t keep her, I will.” Foster said.
“You’ll have to wrestle me for her, first.” Miller confirmed.
“Fuck off.” I said before doing some exercises with the dogs.
“You got it, you got it bad, when you’re on the...”
“Shut up!” I yelled, glaring at the two over my shoulder.
They were making wrist gestures at me, so I flipped them off for good measure.
I wasn’t kidding them nor myself. I did have it bad.
Chapter 7
Feel safe at night. Sleep with a cop.
-T-shirt from Adeline to Viddy
Viddy
“You ready?” Trance asked me.
Squealing in excitement, I wrapped my fingers around him tightly. “Yes!”
He chuckled and started the bike with a throaty growl that set fire to my veins.
It was Saturday night and we were taking our ride to Texas and Catfish Village that rested just West of the Texas/Louisiana line.
What started out as a small date with just Trance and me, turned into an all-out ride with nearly every member of The Dixie Wardens.
Even my sister and Baylee were going, although they were driving behind us in Sebastian’s truck rather than riding.
Baylee was Sebastian’s wife, and one of my favorite people in the world.
She told it like it was, and there was never a dull moment with her and my sister around to stir things up.
Sebastian and Kettle were riding their motorcycles, not ones to drive when they had the option.
“How’d your brothers get motorcycles?” I asked into my headphone.
Trance moved us from the parking spot in the gas station where we’d met everyone, and merged into traffic, rapidly picking up speed until it felt like we were flying down the interstate.
My hair, unbound and wild, flew behind me in the wind, and I relished in it.
It’d been so long since I’d ridden anywhere further than just a quick ride here and there.
After our accident, there wasn’t much chance to ride, despite the fact that my dad belonged to a motorcycle club himself. He’d refused to even let us near a bike again, and kept that promise until he died in a motorcycle wreck of his own.
I’d ridden on the back of Trance’s bike two other times since I’d met him, and each time was better than the first.
“They were parked in my shed. I’ve been keeping them tuned and riding them every couple of weeks to make sure the battery doesn’t go dead on them.” Trance’s deep timber voice said into my ear.
That was the last thing we said to each other until we crossed the Texas border.
I laid my head onto Trance’s back and savored the ride.
“You awake back there, cupcake?” Trance asked.
My eyes opened and I leaned up off his back.
I was awake, but I hadn’t realized how far we’d come until he broke me out of my daze.
“Yeah, I’m awake. We’re almost there?” I confirmed.
His head nodded in confirmation, and it wasn’t five minutes later when we were pulling into the parking lot.
My vision had returned to only a quarter of the way while my eyes were closed, making me sigh long and loud, drawing Trance’s attention.
“What’s wrong, Cupcake?” He asked as he placed the kickstand down.
I shrugged. “Can’t see as well anymore.
He swung his leg off the bike, and then helped me off before pulling me close and looking into my eyes.