Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Begrudgingly, I head to the kitchen and pray Diego is nowhere to be seen. Rose asked me to help out with making dinner tonight, and I agreed. I’m not going to stay hidden away in this room just because I don’t want to run into certain people who are here.
Thankfully, Rose is the only one in the kitchen as I head to the sink to wash my hands before we get started. She already has a ton of ingredients on the counter.
“What happened to that smile you had ten minutes ago?”
I give her a fake half smile.
“I’m sure it has something to do with the same sour ass look Kincaid had on his face a few minutes ago.” She chuckles and hands me a dish towel to dry my hands on.
“Thanks,” I tell her. “How can I help?” I want to steer clear of any conversation of Diego for as long as possible.
A redhead named Snapper and a short brunette named Gypsy join us in the kitchen and begin to help with dinner. We’re all laughing and working together to get a menu of comfort food together when Bunny comes in. The mood in the room suddenly changes, and I can tell immediately that I’m not the only one who doesn’t like her.
“Nice of you to join us,” Gypsy says as she washes lettuce for the salad.
“I was busy,” she says wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
My eyes widen when I realize what she’s implying.
Snapper steps in front of her and points at the sink before Bunny can reach into the bowl and grab a cucumber from the top.
“Wash your fucking hands before you come in here and start touching shit other people are going to eat,” Snapper spits at her.
I see Bunny’s grin spread as she looks at me as if she just realized that I’m in the room. “Don’t worry Snap,” she says in my direction. “I caught it all in my mouth.”
I look over at Rose when Bunny turns her back to me at the sink and begins to wash her hands. She shakes her head and mouths “ignore her.”
Yeah, easier said than done since now I have it in my head that she just sucked Diego off.
I seriously need to find a job and soon. The quicker I can get him paid back and enough money to find my own place to stay the better. I can’t even decide what is more detrimental: the abuse from Bobby or the emotional distress from the last twelve hours.
***
Dinner was just as stressful as I imagined it would be. I was already settled at a table with Rose on one side and Kid on the other when Diego made his way into the room. I saw his jaw clench when he looked at me, but he didn’t say anything. He made a plate and sat down at a table where Shadow, Wrench, and another guy I didn’t recognize joined him.
Everyone carried on their own conversations and although there were other chairs at the table Diego was at no one sat with them. It was as if there was some unspoken rule about who was allowed there. Bunny didn’t even try to sit with them, which was saying something. The four guys kept their voices down and carried on what looked like a very serious conversation while they ate.
Rose, Doc, and Kid tried to draw me into the conversation several times, but I really wasn’t in a socializing mood. I nodded and responded when appropriate, but I didn’t really add anything important to the discussion. As soon as I felt like it was socially acceptable, I excused myself from the table and headed back to my room. The last thing I wanted was to be involved in the “pussy fest” as Rose described it earlier. My understanding is that’s what the evenings at the clubhouse always turn into.
I wasn’t in the room long when a gentle tap on the door interrupted my thoughts, thoughts that were once again about Diego and wondering why I’m even here. I was wondering why he even bothered to help me and then I came to realization once again that he just did what most men would do when they saw a woman being hurt by another man. He helped her.
He helped me, and I clung to him like a fungus and came here with him. We hadn’t discussed anything other than him helping me get away from Bobby and him telling me he would protect me. He didn’t say anything about him being mine or wanting me to be his. Whatever feelings or interest I thought I saw in his eyes and actions were either something I cooked up or something he did with every female.
The knock comes again. I groan and climb off the bed to unlock the door. I hate that there isn’t a peephole in the door, and I stand near it without unlocking it. The last thing I need is Wrench on the other side.