Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“He did take a massive chunk of cash out of the accounts before we could get all the info changed,” Axle grumbles. “That’s hurting us right now. It’ll take a while to build back up a hefty fund, and we can’t do anything about the money he took without spilling blood.”
“We’re not ready for blood,” Rush tells him, distracted.
“Aware of that. We just need to cut back on spending for now until we can beef it up. I bought all the supplies for our next install. When they pay, it’ll help push us back up a little,” Axle goes on.
We shouldn’t be having this discussion outside of the meeting room, but things have gotten a little too lax. No one is close enough to hear us, besides Eve. I don’t bring Eve in on the meetings—with the exception of one time. But this is all shit she’s heard me talk about.
Eve sighs as she glances at the clock on the wall.
“I need to get to work. Drake will be opening the shop soon.”
I groan, wishing like crazy she wouldn’t keep working for Drake, not that I don’t trust her. I just hate the influence he has on her, considering I’ve heard about that fucking cocksucker daisy one too many times from her now. She even asked if she could get one.
Fucking Drake.
“I’ll walk you,” I tell her as she climbs out of my lap.
She flashes me a smile, and I flip off Dash when he mocks a gagging noise. They love busting my ass about the power she has over me, but they can fuck off.
Eve leans into my side when I walk her out, and we glance across the street to where Drake’s shop has moved. I might have talked him into moving closer so I could worry less about Eve’s safety. Considering he’s staying with us and still has one leg in a cast, he didn’t argue much. We’ve owned two of the vacant buildings for a while, so at least now I’m getting some rent off one.
Drake is already inside when we walk in, and he waggles his eyebrows at Eve.
“Did you draw up that pretty pussy design?” he asks her.
“Yes I did. Got the lips just right for it, too,” she says while laughing.
I don’t even want to know.
Tugging her to me, I crush my lips to hers, and she melts against me. She may have power over me, but I have just as much over her.
“Call me when you’re done or if you have problems,” I tell her as I break the kiss.
She grins while strutting away, glancing over her shoulder and winking at me before handing a sketchbook to Drake. Despite the fact he got one cast removed and only has one leg left in a cast, he’s still riding his wheelchair instead of using crutches. He does a weird wheelie in it when he sees the design.
How do you get an electric wheelchair to do a wheelie? Ask Drake.
“Hot damn! She’s going to love it.”
“Colleen going back to the salon today?” Eve asks me as she takes a seat behind the small counter and opens the appointment book.
“Yeah. Snake—I mean Jude—is driving her over there, and we’ll have guys posted there all day. Don’t worry about her.”
She nods while chewing on her lip, and I turn to head out of the shop. Can’t believe Colleen and Eve are friends now. Life is all kinds of tilted, but it’s better. Much better.
At least for me.
Jude—I’m struggling with getting used to calling him that—walks out with Colleen on his heels, and they give me a brief wave as I walk into our clubhouse. Yeah, he’s still pissed and brooding about Sarah, but at least he seems to be dealing with things a little better.
Sarah has become a phantom, and hasn’t shown up since that night at the strip club. I don’t know if she’s in town or gone now that Marshall is handled, and I don’t particularly care.
I still owe her for Eve’s life, so if she ever comes to cash in, I’ll have to break that promise to one of my best friends about not interacting with her.
See? It’s all fucking tilted.
My pop is my enemy, my girl is from the burbs, the pussy bitch boy—Ben—that I overlooked is a threat, and Benny may or may not be an issue. That last part is the same as it’s always been, but the rest is jacked up. Oh, and now I’m keeping tabs on the sister I haven’t seen in years.
Axle walks up, twirling his keys on his finger. “Got a date tonight with some potential clients. Going to check out their establishment and see if they’re legit before we get involved,” he says.
“Take Jude and Dash with you.”
He shrugs while glancing back at the roughnecks who are scuffling near the sofa. Most of us have been staying here until the heat dies down. Strength in numbers sort of deal. It’s too risky to go to our own individual houses, and my house is in the fucking burbs, since I bought Eve’s childhood home. Unbelievable.