Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“I’ve been tryin’ to find you. Got to stop going MIA, Acacia.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I swear, I’ll explain everything.”
The door handle twists.
“I have to go.”
I hang up the phone just as Mex steps into the room. I toss it at him, and he catches it with one hand, his eyes scanning my face, as if he can tell by just one look if I’m up to something. Pushing to my feet, I say to him, “Where can I sleep? After you and your crew decided to beat me up, I am in desperate need of rest.”
“Follow me.”
His voice is gruff as he turns and walks out. I follow him down the halls of the club, passing a few bikers and a couple of random half naked girls on the way. I give the girls a disgusted expression, mostly because they’re looking at me like Mex just dragged me from the gutter and brought me in here.
“Can I help you?”
This comes from a tiny blond girl with cut off shorts and a top so small I’m not certain how it’s actually keeping her breasts in. She flicks her long blond hair over her shoulder as she throws a hand onto her hip and stares at me. I pause, jerking my head back in disgust and making sure she can see just how vile I find her by the expression on my face.
“Please do not speak to me like you’re somehow better,” I tell her. “We really don’t need to go down that road. You know, me having to explain to you how the fact that you’re a whore in a biker club makes you as cheap as boxed wine on a Saturday sale.”
Mex growls, low in his throat, mostly with frustration.
Taking my arm before the girl can throw out her response, he jerks me down the hall after him.
“Can you go five single fuckin’ minutes without runnin’ your mouth?”
“She started it,” I mutter. “I’m a factual person, she needed to know the truth.”
“Trust me,” he grinds out, opening a door and pulling me inside, “she knows.”
The room we step into is weirdly clean and well organized. The bed is made, the floor is tidy, and there are no clothes or shoes or anything, for that matter, lying around. Whoever stays in here certainly knows how to keep a clear space.
“Don’t touch a fuckin’ thing. Lay in the bed, sleep, and then I’ll find another place for you.”
Oh.
This is his space.
“Don’t you have a home?” I ask, glancing around the room.
“I got an apartment, I’m barely there.”
Interesting. Do they all have apartments? If so, why? They might as well just live in this big house, considering they’re always here.
“You’d rather spend all your time here?”
I’m not surprised. People like this, this life is their world. I know because my mother was barely home. It’s the way it goes when you’re a bad person doing awful things.
“This is my family.”
“Do you have a job?”
“Paint cars in the garage when I’ve got time.”
“Where do you get all your money then?”
“Enough questions,” he grinds out, walking over to the bed and pulling the covers back. “Shower is down the hall, lock the door.”
I stare at the bed. “Are you getting in with me?”
He glances at me, his face unamused. “No.”
“Shame.”
“What happened was a one-time thing. You’re here now because we need you. If we didn’t, you’d be dead. I’m not fuckin’ the enemy.”
I snort. “Don’t be so dramatic. I’m not your enemy and it didn’t stop you before.”
“I needed answers before. Now, I’ll get them the easy way.”
“You owe me, technically,” I point out.
He gives me a look that has my skin prickling. “I don’t owe you shit. The fact that you’re alive and walking around is my payment to you. You got what you wanted; you’re not chained up. You give us something worth talkin’ about, and you’ll have a lot more freedom.”
Oh well, I tried.
I guess I’ll have to come up with something then.
Lucky for me, I know a lot of bad people.
It won’t take much to redirect them.
I’ll come out on top.
I always do.
“YOU MUST BE ACACIA. Everyone is talking about you, girl. You’re hot topic.”
I’m staring out of the window after waking up from a long sleep. I don’t know what time it is, but it’s evening, and there is some kind of party happening downstairs. Looking out the window, I can see a good lot of people milling around, drinking, and partying. The scent of marijuana flows through the breeze.
I wouldn’t mind joining in.
Facing the girl speaking to me, I immediately recognize her. Everyone knows who she is after the big story about Western went down in the papers. Her name is Bonnie, and until me, she was hot topic. Everyone was talking about her, and she had a lot of bad people after her. Hell, she probably still does. The men she was messing with don’t just roll over and let things go.