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)
Chapter 4
Kincaid
We watched each other for hours last night. Without saying a word, we kept our focus on the other. She has no reason to trust me and the same goes for me trusting her, but I’ll be damned if I walk away and not make sure this woman is safe.
Her eyes grew heavy about four in the morning, and eventually, they fluttered shut. I set my cell phone to silent and communicated with Shadow in the quiet of the night, making sure to leave the brightness on my phone low so I wouldn’t disturb her fitful sleep.
I only got about an hour of sleep myself, keeping watch for her since I know she didn’t fall asleep by choice. We’re safe. Kid has been out in the truck all night watching the door, and I have no reason to even suspect that her douchebag of a husband would have any clue where to find us, but diligence is always a priority.
When she jumped on my bike last night I had no plan, which is saying something because I’m a planner. I plan out every aspect of my life. The Marines drilled in my head that it’s best to have more than one plan, and to never go off half-cocked with no plan at all.
I got the wild idea last night that I should try to convince her to go back to New Mexico with us. I can help her get on her feet, or possibly help her find family if she has any. I know I don't want to leave this town with her in the wind and no way to make sure she’s safe. I don’t know how amenable she will be to the idea. After some rest, she may decide it’s best to go back to her husband. I’d do my best to convince her otherwise, but in the end, she’s a grown woman who has to make up her own mind.
I hear her whimper in her sleep as she rolls over in the bed. I unfold myself from the hard-ass chair I’ve been in all night and make my way over to the bed. In her fitful sleep, the blankets have fallen down past her hips and her shirt has pulled up a bit. I cringe when I see the thick elastic bandage wrapped around her ribs. Unfortunately, it’s a sight I grew all too familiar with as a child.
My insistence for her to leave with us is renewed at the sight, and I leave the room. In my frustration over her situation, I close the door harder than I’d anticipated. I knock on the door immediately to my left, hearing Shadow grumble and cuss.
“I thought you said noon?” He says groggily opening the door for me to step inside with him.
“She’s still asleep. I had to get out of there for a bit.” I plop down in the identical chair from my room, hating the feel of its familiarity against my back. “You get what I asked for?”
He sits on the edge of the bed and runs rough hands over his face. Cracking his neck in both directions, he points toward the dresser where a couple of bags sit along with a small, black purse.
“Thanks, man.” I lean back in the chair and close my eyes for a minute.
“You gonna tell me what the fuck happened last night, or are you gonna make me guess?” His voice is serious enough that I open my eyes and tilt my head toward him. He knows me better than anyone else in the club. He’s well aware how out of character this is for me.
“That waitress,” I begin.
“Emmalyn,” he says.
I nod. “I was meeting up with that redhead to head to the back, and I saw her piece of shit husband hit her in the face.”
“Fuck,” he says and runs his hand down his face again. “I saw him after. I could tell by his face that you didn’t take it very well.”
I huff. “You know how I feel about that kind of shit.”
He nods in understanding.
“I’m going to see if she’ll come back to the clubhouse with us.” I look over at him to gauge his reaction.
True to normal Shadow form he just gives me a small smirk and nods his head.
“She can’t ride, though. She’ll have to stay in the van with Kid.” I stand from the chair and make my way over to the dresser where the Target bags sit.
“You think she’d rather be in the van with Kid than at your back?”
“She’s all bandaged up.” I make a wrapping motion with my hand around my ribs. “That fucker probably broke her ribs. She could hardly make the few miles from the bar last night.”
The sound of him cracking his knuckles draws my attention from the bags. “Want us to pay him a visit before we leave town?”