Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“No, I’ll go barefoot.” He smirked, and shook his head. He was obviously surprised at my nonchalance about walking outside without shoes. Were we not in the south? Didn’t people do that all the time?
Chapter 9
Dallas
After the gas fireplace was turned off and the office was dark, Luke led us outside. I noticed how his eyes scanned the streets as he pulled me behind him. At first, I didn’t see the man on the street because he was shielded from view by Luke’s truck.
“Hey man, this yo’ truck?” Luke moved in front of me and watched as the young, stocky guy covered in tattoos walked casually around the hood of the truck like he owned it. “That sure is a pretty piece of ass you got behind you. I ain’t seen a bitch that hot in years. How much you charging, baby?” he asked, peaking around Luke to get a better view of me. Of course. He thought I was a prostitute.
“Not what ya think, man. This is my girl, and since you didn’t know that, I’m gonna let that shit you’re talking slide. Now kick rocks.” Motorcycle President LLC, was hot. VP of Carmical Construction Lucas, was hot. Street Luke? This motherfucker was smoldering. I had to remind myself that we were in public and this was not the best time to jump his bones; especially since I was already being rendered as a whore.
“Ya girl, huh? Yeah, that’s what I say when I have a bitch that I don’t want to share too. What’s he paying you, honey?” he asked, looking around at me again. “Hmm? Promising you an apartment to be exclusive for him? Shit, baby. I’d buy you a fucking house if you come with me.”
I wanted to say something, but Luke moved before I had the chance. I watched in horror as Luke closed the ten feet of distance between them. The guy threw his hands up as Luke got closer, given him a perfect shot to his dirty face. Blood splattered the hood when Luke’s fist connected with the man’s nose with a sickening crunch. When the man lost his balance, Luke caught him and landed several more blows to his face. I was frozen in place, my heart beating wildly in my chest.
“If I ever see your face again, I’ll fucking kill you,” Luke said, bringing the guys face close to his. “You see that girl?” Luke had the man by the front of the shirt and jerked him so he could face me. The man nodded his head, blood pouring from his mouth and nose. “That’s my girl, and if you ever talk to her, smile at her or even look at her, I’ll break your fucking neck.” Luke let the man go with a push and he fell to the ground.
I stood in shock at the events that had just taken place before me. If I didn’t know before, I knew now that Luke was completely and utterly unmerciful when it came to my safety. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the driver’s side of the truck. I stumbled over my feet that were being scorched by the asphalt-not able to take my eyes off the man. Luke grabbed me and hurled me into the truck, stepping in behind me and slamming the door. The engine roared to life and we pulled away. I sat frozen next to him, the events running through my head over and over. I was slightly frightened of Luke. I knew he would never hurt me, but I couldn’t believe the way he hit that man. If he was capable of doing that to a man that only spoke to me, what would he do to Frankie? What had he done to Frankie? He had him in his sights for days before they released him. How could he do this to a man that barely looked at me, yet let a man live that did much more than that? Was it really because of Maddie?
I realized in that moment, as I watched the passing traffic that no one, including Luke, knew about what happened that night-only what they saw. Maybe it was the sight of the brutal beating, or the fact that Luke was leaving and I didn’t know when he would be back, but I suddenly felt compelled to tell him-everything. He told me he would listen if I ever wanted to talk, and that I needed to talk about it.
I looked at Luke’s grip on the steering wheel. His knuckles had turned bone white and looked like they would protrude from his skin at any minute. His face was set in stone. The loving look and beautiful smile he wore only minutes before was now gone. It was replaced with a look of anger and disgust. I chickened out, knowing that if I said anything it would only piss him off more. I didn’t want to see a recap of what just happened, especially in the confined space of his truck which left him only two things to beat the shit out of-me and the dashboard.