Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Mack gets Danny's attention. “So, now that you're out, what's your plan?”
Danny pauses, his expression sobering. “That's a real good question. I haven't given it much thought, or at least I hadn't until I found out that I was getting released. I thought I had more than thirty years left to figure it out.” The way he looks around, it's obvious he still can't believe that it's real. “I keep expecting them to come running out to tell me that it was just a mistake, and haul me right back in.”
“Well, you can crash in the room we made up for Mila until you figure it out,” says Reaper. “As someone who's spent time on the wrong side of those walls, the more distance we put between them and us, the better. Let's get you the fuck outta here.”
Reaper's new bike is a marvel. I love it even more than the one he had before we went into the river. Deep red gradient with black trim, it looks dark and evil and mysterious. It purrs like a panther, has a comfy back seat and I want to ride on it every chance I get.
So I'm a little jealous when he offers it to Danny instead. “Here, hop on back. Mack'll take your things in the saddle bags, and Scrapper's got Mini-mi.” He grins at me, liking the nickname.
“Nuh uh. You guys can call me whatever you want, but that nickname is reserved for Danny. Just so that's clear.” I climb onto Scrappers bike and wrap my arms around his powerful body. It's no hardship, I'll admit that.
And then we head home.
39
MILA
Turns out, my boys are just as good at putting up walls as they are at breaking them down. I never expected my new apartment to be where my old apartment was, but the building's repaired, the Eagles' Roost downstairs is getting ready to reopen soon, and we're already furnishing the new place. Heck, we're sleeping here for the first time tonight, as long as the smell of fresh paint doesn't get too overwhelming.
I can't wait to try the new bed.
The guys knocked out enough walls that the new apartment's going to be more than twice as big, which is good if all four of us are going to live here. Taking tips from some of the other groups in the club, we've made one master bedroom with a bed big enough for the four of us to enjoy ourselves and sleep in there, but also some separate bedrooms for the nights where we might want a little time on our own, or if someone isn't feeling good or whatever. The living room's big, with huge windows—and those blinds you can pull up from both top and bottom so we can limit visibility into the apartment, if necessary. The coffee table is also built sturdy enough to hold the weight of multiple people. Scrapper made sure of that.
The kitchen has enough seating for all of us to eat, and top of the line appliances. The bathroom has both a hot tub and a shower with multiple heads and room for four. I'm not sure what I did to deserve all this luxury, but apparently it involves getting taken in by some sexy bikers.
Seriously, though. The real fantasy I'm living here is a fancy apartment in the city with affordable rent.
I've taken over filming duties for the FixerUppers account, and while I think a lot of viewers are hoping for more sledgehammers and less painting and hammering, as long as the guys do it shirtless, we're not exactly getting complaints. As soon as we're done with this apartment, they’ll start working on the one upstairs, and be back to knocking out walls in no time.
Now that the boys and me definitely have become a thing, something a lot more permanent than just fooling around, I was worried that I'd be jealous about their screen time, but no. Because I know that they're mine, and no one's going to get between us. All the ladies out there can drool over them all they want, but I'm the one they dick down in every possible position at every possible occasion.
I'm the luckiest girl in the world, so this account is really just my chance to brag a little.
“Come on, Mack, let's see you work the flex, huh? Give the ladies a show.” The look I get in return is skeptical, but it's Reaper who steps up to take the phone away from me.
“Hey, give that back. It's still recording!”
He turns the phone on me. “It's a little unfair that only the girls get a show. The videographer is a real cutie too.” He pauses, thinks about it for a sec, then turns the phone on himself. “That said, we will straight up murder anyone who fucks with her, just so that's clear. Look, but no touch, no contact, no stalking, no fucking anything.” With his free hand, he makes a V with his index and long finger, then points the V at his eyes and at the screen a couple times, a classic, “I've got my eyes on you,” gesture.