Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
“The hell is going on?” Ace yells. I shake loose from Hunter. But Ace’s big body is now in the way of me kicking the shit out of Sebastian for no reason other than the fact I know he’s been inside her.
“So, she’s staying?” I demand.
“Fuck you, Granger.” Sebastian straightens up, still wheezing. Clearly his anger is more powerful than the lack of oxygen in his lungs.
“Okay, let’s all cool down.” Ace lets go of Sebastian, who turns and goes to the window.
I look at Dorothy, who again looks way too interested. “You want that interview? Let’s do it now.” I sit in a chair as she looks at me, then sits, crossing her legs, a smirk on her lips.
“Christ, Granger.” Cash saunters over. The adrenaline still pumps through my blood as I turn to look at him. To be honest, I should beat the shit out of him. This all started with him. Had he come forward years ago and said that he had fucked Renee, Gia would never have left.
“Shut up, Cash. Just sit and lie like you always do.” The room goes silent, save for Hunter talking to Sebastian. I grab my cigarettes from my pocket and light up.
“Excuse me, Mr. Granger.” A man dressed in a suit walks over and waves his hand for attention.
“There’s no smoking in here; actually, in all of the hotel. I see that some of you have cigarettes. I’m going to need you to please put them out. We also have a no-fighting rule. I’d hate to have to ask you all to leave—”
The sound of my lighter makes his face turn red. He glances around as if someone in this room would actually help him.
“Fine me.” I inhale and look at Dorothy. “Better start asking questions.”
She looks around as Nuke pulls out a chair and lights up a joint. Ammo saunters over wearing that stupid hat, while the photographer smiles and continues taking pictures.
“Before we start, none of what you just saw goes in the story. If you can’t agree, then no interview.” Rafe is in full damage-control mode.
I look over his shoulder as the door opens.
One.
Two.
Three.
I know it’s her before I even see her. I can feel her, my muse. I want to grab her and shake her for making me crazy enough to punch Sebastian, then fuck her for days. My hand rubs my chest as she comes closer.
She’s dressed all in black. Skinny jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and ballet flats.
Her eyes scan the room, taking in the bad vibe, but I couldn’t care less. She’s here. I’m ready to bolt out of my chair, but I’m gonna do this fucking interview and lock us in my suite once it’s over.
“Granger?” Nuke hands me the joint. I take it and inhale.
Dorothy turns her head to look at Gia, then back at me. “All of you have been linked with numerous women, yet none of you have settled down. Why is that?”
“What kind of question is that?” Cash demands.
My eyes laser in on Dorothy. She must be feeling all powerful since she saw me lose my shit. Hunter and Sebastian stand a few feet away with the camera, filming all of us. I feel like I’m on trial.
“We’re on the road a lot. This life we live isn’t great for relationships,” Ammo answers.
“And you?” Dorothy turns to face me. “What about you, Granger?” Her eyes shift to Gia.
“Yeah, I’ve been in love.”
“Is this Paulette? I know you guys have been on and off for a while.” She smirks, and I wonder why people are the way they are. Like does she go home after trashing people and feel good about herself?
“Paulette and I are better as friends.”
She nods. “She has been quoted as saying you were the love of her life, but unfortunately, you can’t keep your dick in your pants. Any comment?”
My eyes narrow on her. I take a hit off the joint, handing it to her as I blow smoke in her face. “Nope, no comment.”
She glares at me for a nanosecond, smiles, and turns to Cash. “What about you, Tommy Cash? You have a child?”
“Christ.” Nuke rubs his shaved head. It seems Dorothy has been snooping around in places that are better left alone.
I look around the room. Rafe is on the phone in the corner. Ace is standing next to Gia.
“Yeah, I have a son.”
“Correct me, but wasn’t the mother saying it was Granger’s? I’m only asking because it was all over the tabloids, and I thought since you are all together you could clear up the rumors. Did you take a paternity test?”
And I’m done. She’s a bitch, and I have other shit to deal with.
Cash leans over the table so that she has to sit back “That’s my son.”
I’m about to stand when she says, “What about the Disciples? You all are connected to the notorious MC club, right? Axel Fontaine is the other Rock God. Is that correct?”