Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
The move to Whiskey Run was an easy one. I've kept myself busy, making sure that I go on all the missions that I can, wanting to keep my mind off things.
When we got here, the clubhouse was already done. We can thank Walker and his Ghost Team for that because they had it ready to be lived in. Even the outside of the buildings for the bike shop and the bar were already completed. The only thing that we had to finish was the inside work. It's done. And both places opened just a week or so ago.
I've spent most of my time working at the bar, probably because it reminds me of Brandy. I think the guys are sick of hearing me talk about her. If it was anybody else, I would've moved on by now, but I can't with her. She consumes my every waking thought.
One night as I'm sitting at the bar, I'm off my shift and throwing back a few beers. I probably had way more than I should, but I don't care. The Pres comes over and sits next to me. I know he's sick of my sulking ass, and he's the first one to tell me so. He turns in his seat and gives me a disgusted look. "No pussy is worth it, Diesel. You need to go get laid, move on."
I close my eyes, and it's like I can imagine Brandy right here in front of me, her curvy body, the smile that she gives me.
"I don't want just any pussy," I tell him. The truth is, there's been plenty of women that have thrown themselves at me since I've gotten here, but I've turned them all down. I'm not interested in anyone but Brandy.
I'm planning a trip back to Texas. Now that everything is together here, I think I'm going to see if I can take a break and go back and see if I can convince Brandy's uncle to talk to me. If nothing else, I'm going to call in a favor to Walker. I know that the Pres won't be happy about me doing it, but I need some help in finding her.
The Pres is tired of my bullshit, and he tells me so. “She left you, brother. You need to get over it.”
Finally, I’ve had enough. “What? Like you? You say no woman is worth it, but I never see you with any woman since the one left you. Maybe you’re the one that needs to get laid.”
The expression on his face is fierce as he stares back at me. I wait for him to say something, fuck, I’m waiting on him to throw a punch. He surprises me, though. He doesn’t say a word. He gets up and walks away in a huff. To this day, no one really knows what happened to him. All I’ve heard are rumors, but whatever it was, it’s obviously still got him fucked up.
I'm sitting there alone nursing my beer when Ashley, the cherry that moved here from Texas with all of us, tries to sit on my lap. I'm ruder than I probably need to be, but I tell her to get the fuck off me. I don't feel right even having another woman touch me.
She rolls her eyes and flips her hair before stalking away. The truth is, I'm going to get Brandy back one way or another. And there's absolutely nothing I am going to do to fuck that up.
Chapter 14
Brandy
"Can I get some help over here?" someone calls from the corner table. It’s early in the afternoon and the lights are up and the music is lower than normal. It’s during this time of the day that we serve more food than alcohol.
I nod my head without looking. "I'll be right there," I tell them. I swallow back the nausea that is filling my throat. They say by the second trimester, the nausea ends but they’re all liars. I’m still sick at least a few times a week.
I waddle over to the table, trying to put a smile on my face as I approach the group of men. There's so much shit that has happened these past few months, and I know that I need to reach out and try to find Diesel. I know that they were moving to Whiskey Run in Tennessee, and it's a small town. Surely to goodness, I could find a group of bikers in a town like that. I just haven't had the money or the energy to do it. And I know that this is definitely not something you do over the phone.
Pregnancy has been way harder on me than I thought it would be. I've been sick for months, and the doctor has repeatedly told me that if I don't slow down, I'm going to have to go on bed rest. And, of course, there's no slowing down. There's so much shit I need to figure out, and bringing a baby into this world is not cheap, for sure. I make my way over to the table in the corner.