Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Agent Gale is fine. Alive. Under Copper’s watch now.”
“For how long?”
“I don’t know, but I trust Copper. He’ll do what needs to be done.”
“Thank you for not letting him kill her.”
He lets out a heavy sigh. “Can’t promise that death won’t be more preferable for her.”
I can’t imagine Copper torturing her like the guys did Magna and Dad. No matter what Koyn says, Copper isn’t as mean as him. I don’t think he’ll hurt her.
“How is Filter?”
“She wasn’t his old lady,” he grumbles. “She was a good lay, nothing more.”
“And me?”
The anger fades from Koyn’s features and he smiles. “You’re so much more than a good lay.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“You’re old lady material.”
“Is that so?”
“Carrying my kid. Damn straight.”
“You’d get married again one day?”
“It’s not a question, PG. You’re mine. As soon as you’re well enough, it’ll be official.”
A silly smile stretches across my face. “Can I still call you Daddy?”
“I’m getting to dick you on the regular now. You can call me whatever the fuck you want, baby girl.”
“You’re such a romantic.”
We both laugh.
God, it feels good to laugh.
My laughter soon becomes moans and my man shows me what it means to be “dicked” on the regular. It feels good. Really good.
Koyn
November
“Goddamn, Nees,” I mutter when he drops another tool, making it echo loudly in the garage. “Gonna change your name to Butterfingers.”
Dragon laughs from across the garage where he’s doing pull-ups on a bar. Bare chested and barely fucking clothed. It’s November. This asshole acts like it’s August. “When he has a bitch in his arms, he’s pretty fucking solid,” Dragon tattles. “Doesn’t drop shit except cheesy ass pickup lines that somehow work.”
Katana, who’s leaning against the wall watching Dragon, nods with a smirk. “Those cheesy pickup lines drop panties,” Katana agrees.
Nees fucking preens. Prances around the garage waving his offending wrench. “Bitches like my dick. What can I say?”
“How old are you again?” Filter grunts from beside me on the sofa. “Twelve? Have your balls even dropped yet?”
Nees flips him off while Gibson strums his guitar and starts singing “Teenage Dirtbag” by Wheatus. Gibson gets the bird too.
“How about you teach me some of these lines, man,” Bizzy says grumpily. “I haven’t been laid in like a year.”
“Bitches can’t find your dick, dumbass,” Dragon grunts from the pull-up bar. “Do something about that stomach hanging over your belt.”
Bizzy rolls his eyes. “Thick is in.”
Dragon drops to his feet and shakes his head. “Thick bitches, yeah. Not pot-bellied loud mouths.”
“Bizz, bro, I got you,” Nees assures him. “Bitches like to be wooed. They don’t care if you look like a psycho runway model.” He looks pointedly at Dragon. “And they certainly don’t give a shit about Fabio.” He tosses a smirk at Filter. “Bermuda…fuck, bitches love dudes like Bermuda.”
Bermuda, with his baseball cap flipped backward, looks up from his laptop, a boyish grin on his face. “Who loves me?”
“My dick,” Dragon says, grabbing himself through his shorts.
“Bitches,” Nees grumbles, ignoring Dragon. “Bitches love that whole Oklahoma good ol’ boy vibe you have going on.”
The music stops and Gibson nods. “You’ve stolen bitches right from my arms with your stupid dimples, man. And I play guitar and can fuckin’ sing!”
Now Bermuda is fucking preening.
I live with a bunch of females.
Everyone’s laughter and cutting up stops when the queen of this castle storms out. Halo and Payne—her honorary guards—silently follow after.
“What part of ‘Go outside and play with your stupid bikes so I can study’ did you assholes not understand?” Hadley looks fine as fuck in a pair of yoga pants and an off the shoulder TU sweatshirt. The moment she mentioned an interest in college, I made it happen. Sure, her high school grades were okay, but not stellar. But what the fuck is the point of being a hacker if you don’t use your shit to help the ones you love. I adjusted some of her grades and wormed my way into TU’s admissions system. Signed my old lady up because she wanted to go to school. I can’t deny her a goddamn thing.
“Hello? Dumbasses. Talking to all of you.” She taps her shoe on the concrete. Then, she looks over at Halo and Payne. “Well, not you two because you’re perfect little shadows, who also happen to know a thing or two about college algebra. I love you two.”
Halo smirks and Payne winks at her.
All right. Enough of that fucking shit.
“Get over here, brat,” I bark out.
She flashes me a silly grin, no longer angry at being interrupted, and saunters over to me. Filter scoots over to give her some room so she can squeeze between us.
“How’s my baby girl?” she croons, stroking her thumb over our daughter’s dark hair.
“She sleeps like her momma.”
“Nees tried to wake her up,” Dragon tattles. “Want me to kill him for you, PG?” He waggles his brows at my old lady. Fucker.