Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“You pee,” Sin took my hand and led me to the door that obviously had a bathroom behind it. “I’ll go see what I can find you to eat.”
Then he was gone, leaving me alone with Beckham who’d followed.
“We’re talking later,” she promised.
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.”
CHAPTER 12
Where did the saying ‘balls hot’ come from anyway? They’re body temperature. I’ve felt hotter.
-Blaise to Sin
BLAISE
So there was Patrick, call me ‘Trick,’ who owned and ran a bar. And Swayze, his ‘girl’ as Trick kept calling her, was a lawyer.
Then there was Trouper and Beckham, who I did know.
Hunt, the computer genius, and Wyett, his very beautiful wife that happened to be a nurse going to school to be a nurse anesthetist.
Then there was Lynn and his woman, Six. Six, who was a nature videographer that happened to be very, very popular. I’d even heard of her and I avoided social media like the plague.
Then there was Zach, my successful doctor friend.
Bruno, the man that I was fairly sure was an FBI agent, but alas he was very secretive and I honestly hadn’t been able to get much out of him besides the ‘hello’ I’d gotten, or the odd ‘same’ or ‘agreed’ here or there since we’d met.
Laric, who happened to be Lynn’s son, something I wasn’t sure that Laric appreciated all that much seeing as every time it was brought up, he scowled. Laric ran a military working dog rescue.
“There are others in our club,” Six chattered as she took another slice of pizza. It was her third. “Phelan, Copeland, and Janvier. All three are great guys, but they’re normal nine to fivers. They don’t do this dangerous shit.” She gestured to the room around her. “They all have kids and families and jobs that would require them to be law-abiding.”
That made sense.
“You don’t think I’m law-abiding?” Wyett asked.
“You are,” Six shrugged. “But your husband is shady as shit.”
Wyett snickered as she looked over at her husband who didn’t even flinch at Six’s words.
“True,” she agreed. “Beckham’s not shady.”
“I’m kind of shady,” Beckham said. “If I have to be. I’ll lie, cheat, and steal if it helps bring even one kid home.” Her eyes went to me. “Kind of like you did today.”
I had kind of done something illegal, I guessed.
If you count getting into someone’s car and locking them out of it illegal.
“Your grandfather is going to fuckin’ kill me,” Lynn grumbled as he rubbed his face with his hands. “Just say that I put up a fight, okay?”
That was aimed at me, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“I think when I tell him that I’m pregnant, and that I’m getting with the man that went to prison for me, he’ll probably forget that you offered me a job,” I admitted.
Zach snorted as he too reached for another piece of pizza.
I looked at the pizza longingly.
I’d already had two slices.
I wanted a third, but I was afraid that if I ate it, I might look like a complete fat ass.
Six didn’t because she was so damn small.
But me on the other hand? I’d already gained eight pounds in a month.
If I continued on like this for the next thirty or so weeks, I’d be regretting it.
“If you want it, eat it.” Six looked directly at me. “I’ve gained literally twenty pounds, and I don’t even care. When in your life are you going to be able to eat what you want to eat and blame it on the baby ever again?”
Yeah, that was another thing I’d learned today. Lynn had gotten Six, who was muuuuch younger than him, pregnant.
I wasn’t quite sure how far along she was, but far enough that I could see the tiniest of bumps every time her shirt rode up to expose her stomach. Which it did a lot because, according to her, they were all too small now.
Sin reached for the pizza and handed it to me, and I had no other choice but to eat it.
“So good news and bad news,” Hunt said as he pulled his glasses off and placed them onto Wyett’s lap. After he got done rubbing his eyes he said, “That guy that Blaise found today was named Bronson Huffman. Thirty-three. Ex-con and all-around go-getter. I say that because he’s been in and out of prison since he was a teenager. Petty theft. Robbery. Etcetera. But he found himself a good gig that paid. Transporting. According to him and his confession today, this was his first time transporting a child. A man and woman contacted him, on two separate occasions, and set this up with him. Transporting a child from our small town to a place in Deep East Texas. Though, according to him, he didn’t know that this child was kidnapped. He thought it was their child, but they were divorced, and he was taking this kid from one parent to the other.”