Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
She studies me. “You underestimate Enzo.”
I grunt. “He was with my best friend for years; I underestimate nothing. I also know this is a waste of my time and yours. If I were you, I’d run away with my baby and start again. Not hover around waiting for a man who is going to get you killed. I’m not bowing down to him, and neither should you. Enzo can threaten me all he likes, I’m not giving him any fucking money, and I’m not helping him after he nearly took the only person in this world who I truly care about.”
Yolanda’s face gets red. “You’re going to make us do this the hard way, and I don’t want that, I don’t want Saskia to endure any more, but I will do what I have to, for my family.”
I shake my head, holding her eyes. “Don’t act like you give a shit about Saskia and what might hurt her or what might not. If you cared, you’d leave me the fuck alone. Because she is your family, and she should matter.”
Yolanda’s face flushes, with both shame and rage. “I’ve warned you. You have a rich family, it wouldn’t take much to get the money we need. I’ll give you forty-eight hours to think about it, and if we don’t see any cash, we’ll be back, and we’ll do what we have to do.”
“What are you going to do, kidnap me? That went well before. Enzo will end up dead. You know that, right?”
“Enzo is smart. We have big plans for you, Chantelle. I’d do as we’re asking; you’ll regret it if you don’t. As I said, you’re nothing to us. We’ll do what we have to do to get you to agree. No matter who or what that takes.”
I stare at her, then step back and grab my door. “Say a big hello to Enzo for me, I hope they’re not being too cruel to him in prison.”
Then I slam the door and lock it.
I turn and face the inside of my apartment and ponder her words. I’m not scared of Enzo, but I won’t lie and say I’m not a little anxious about the fact that they seem so determined to get back at me and get some money from me. I’ve learned the hard way that people are cruel and will do what they need to get where they want in life. And that bothers me a little.
Would Enzo actually hurt me for money?
I don’t think he’d kill me, he’d never get his cash then, but would he do enough damage that I would cave?
Or worse, would he hurt someone I love? Like Saskia?
I contemplate calling Boston but decide against it. He made it clear that he wanted me to tell him if anything happened but turning to him now seems ...I don’t know ...wrong. He’s helping me because he feels like he has to, but my presence is only causing us both pain, and if I don’t get over him now, I won’t.
So, I decide against it.
But I’m also not stupid enough to think I can handle this on my own—the club will want to know, and I know they’re going to be helpful to me right now.
I shake my head and sigh.
I’m going out with the club tonight for some drinks, hopefully Boston isn’t there and I’ll talk to Malakai. If not, I’ll turn to Saskia and she can advise me on what to do.
Either way, I’m not liking where this is going.
And it’s making me feel uneasy.
~*~*~*~
CHANTELLE
“Why do you always look like a damned super model when you walk in the door?” Scarlett asks me the moment I arrive at the table later that night and sit down.
I laugh and take the drink she slides toward me. “Ditto, girlfriend.”
“How are you, Chan?” Charlie asks. “Long time no see, I think it was the last time we sat at this table that we saw you.”
I grin at the beautiful red-head. “It was, and as I recall, my best friend got carried out like a Viking. Speaking of the devil, where is she?”
“Not here yet,” Scarlett laughs. “But no doubt she will be soon. I’ve been dying for this catch up. We girls need to do this more often.”
“I agree,” Charlie nods, taking a drink.
I glance around, and see no bikers here yet, which makes me feel a little better. Because honestly, I’m not sure I can take even looking at Boston tonight, let alone being in the same room with him. After my little visit with Yolanda today, my heart has felt constantly sore, like a dull ache that’s growing.
I miss him.
And I don’t want this to happen.
So it sucks. It just really sucks.
“Hey, girls.”
I look up and see Amalie and Penelope walking in. For some reason, my heart races when I see her. I guess when you’re looking at the woman who you know the man you have feelings for likes, too, it can be daunting. And you can’t help but look over every inch of her, wondering what it is that she has, that you don’t. What traits? Is it her looks? Her personality? What is it I’m lacking? What is it she’s lacking?