Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“Where is she?” I’d never hit a woman, but there is a woman’s division and I’m sure some of them would love to kick a bitch’s ass.
“There’s someone on her, monitoring her movements. She’s not in Dallas. She’s in Houston and so far is going about her own business now.”
“Good. I want to strangle the bitch.” My fists flex and clench several times as I picture choking a ho.
“Sophia did a great job beating her ass,” Doc says proudly. That’s my little sister.
“That’s fucking awesome.” It helps that she had us growing up, and I’m grateful this woman didn’t get the better of her.
“Now, can we get the fuck out of here so I can see my wife?” he grumbles, standing up and taking the file from me.
I stand and nod. “Sure. Can I have Tina’s number?”
“No. It would be an ethics violation. I do a lot of shit, but I won’t mess with my license.”
I mumble under my breath, “Cockblocker.”
My woman is long gone, but I’ll find her soon and get my hands on her soft curves while my mouth claims hers. The rest of the night seems long, and it takes forever for me to get in contact with the right people, but when I do, they’re able to make things happen. Soon, I’ll know everything about pretty Ms. Tina and then I’ll have her in my arms.
Chapter Two
Tina
My heart thumps wildly out of my chest as I hit the front desk to close out my computer. The doctor’s brother-in-law shouldn’t be allowed to be around women like me: fertile, vulnerable, and apparently needy.
I grab my bag and stuff my things inside, making sure I have my car keys in hand before leaving. Even though they’re in the back, I swear I can feel his eyes on me. I don’t even bother putting on my sweater because it’s Texas, and even though it gets a little bit cold here, Mike has made my temperature rise, so much so I feel beads of sweat on my temples.
When he stormed in looking wild, he didn’t need to tell me who he was. My father and brothers love watching the fights. I don’t, but I have seen and heard about him and his brother over the years because they are super popular.
I start my car, grateful that it gets me where it does. I’m not wealthy like Mike or a lot of the people that live in and run this town, but I have a good life that I’m making my own, and that’s something to be proud of. My life has been good despite its terrible start, and I’m not about to ruin it just to slake my desires with a man like Mike Miller.
As I warm up my vehicle, I think about the people who pass by. I don’t know much about everyone here, but it’s a growing town founded by a group of bikers who make their money in different fields, including Dr. Simmons. Although when he’s in his doctor mode, I suppose you wouldn’t notice that he rides a Harley, but not everyone is who they pretend to be for the public. Most of the people are insanely pleasant, including most of the Steele Riders, which I find surprising. Even though I have met most of them informally, they seem kind and respectful when they come in here.
Normally, I’d walk home since the town is small and my apartment isn’t far from the Doctor’s office, but I’m going to my parents’ home in Arlington to spend the Christmas Holiday with them.
My phone rings right on time. I answer it before she calls again. “Hello, Mom. I’m on my way right now. I just got out of the office.”
“Oh, I thought you would have been out of there much sooner. I was beginning to worry.” She’s truly the best mom anyone could ask for, even if she worries a little too much, but isn’t that what mothers are for?
A pain in my chest grows when I think about that. Is it wrong to feel that way? It’s been almost twenty years and the vague memories of my real mother have faded. The few pictures and the emotional scars are all I have. I push that aside and address her concern.
“No, it was only the doctor and me, so it took longer to close up,” I say as I pull out onto the main road, hoping that it remains pretty empty. I hate traffic. It’s Steeleville, so it’s pretty smooth around here, but soon I’ll be hitting the expressway and that’s where the congestion will hit. Although, since I won’t drive through Dallas proper, I should be good. The Cowboys play tomorrow, so that’s even better. Tomorrow’s traffic will be total shit.
“He didn’t try anything with you, did he? You are gorgeous.” I roll my eyes, which isn’t safe. This woman thinks she has the sexiest child in the world and that any man with a pulse is after me. I love her, but she’s insane. I’m a twenty-two-year-old virgin so I can’t be that attractive, or maybe it’s because I’m super picky. Sometimes I think a little too picky.