Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I’m not sure about that.” Torch glanced over at me. “Looks like they had quite a night.”
“I can imagine.” Prez looked oddly concerned when he said, “You know, we got that run for Bauco coming up. Are you two still planning to take the lead?”
“Yeah, we’re all set.”
Cotton had his reservations about Bauco. He’d heard stories, and none of them were good. He had Bones look into him but found nothing out of the norm. He brought it up to Grant, and he assured him that Bruton had never had any issues with him. And yet, Cotton’s reservations remained, so he asked that we take extra precautions—which is why I told him, “Chains and Q are coming, too. Maybe Clutch and Diesel, but I haven’t heard the final word from them.”
“Good.” His back stiffened. “Wrath and Two Bit are gonna tag along. They’re going up half an hour earlier to check things out and make sure everything looks good. They’ll wait there until you arrive with the goods and stay until the deal is done.”
You would’ve thought Torch was reading my mind when he asked, “That really necessary?”
“Cotton’s concerned, and that has me concerned.”
“Why? What’s the deal?”
“Bauco is sending runners to pick up the load, and he hasn’t been very forthcoming about who he’s sending. Cotton threatened to cancel the drop, but Bauco assured him that there wouldn’t be any trouble and even offered extra money as security.”
“That sounds pretty shady. You think Wrath and Two Bit are gonna be enough?”
“Should be... Cotton and Grant will be close by just in case you need them.”
“Sounds good.”
Torch and I said our goodbyes, then headed back to the construction site. It was barely nine, and it had already been a hell of a day. I wasn’t exactly surprised. That had become the norm since Bruton’s death. I couldn’t remember a time when the club had so much going on, and it was starting to take its toll. We needed a break, but sadly, there was no reprieve to be had—at least, not anytime soon.
We made our way back to the construction site, and after a quick word with Guardrail, Torch and I headed upstairs and got to work. The familiar sounds of machinery filled the air, and it wasn’t long before my mind drifted to thoughts of Maggie. It had been a couple days since our ‘discussion’ about the club, and while we’d talked on the phone a couple of times, I hadn’t actually seen her.
But one way or another, that was going to change tonight.
I took out my phone and sent her a text.
Me:
I need to see you.
Maggie:
Who is this?
Me:
Don’t play with me, woman.
Maggie:
Okay. Okay.
I have the kids tonight.
Me:
Don’t care.
Just need to see your face.
Maggie:
Come over whenever you want.
I’ll order some Chinese takeout, and we can watch the game.
Me:
You order it, and I’ll grab it on my way.
Maggie:
Perfect!
Me:
I’ll see you around 6.
Maggie:
Can’t wait.
I felt a little lighter as I shoved my phone back into my pocket and got back to work. As the day unfolded, I found myself counting the hours until I could wrap things up and head over to her place. When I finally finished my drywall section, I did a quick cleanup and gathered my things. On my way out, I glanced over at Torch and Two Bit and teased, “Catch you losers later.”
“Woah, where you running off to?”
“I’ve got an order of Chinese with my name on it.”
“Oh, so you got yourself a hot date.”
“Something like that.”
Without saying anything more, I walked out and headed outside. I was covered in a day’s worth of dust and grime as I made my way out to my bike. Since I was in dire need of a shower, I wasted no time heading home. As soon as I got to the house, I made a beeline for the bathroom and took a hot shower. Once I was done, I threw on some jeans and a T-shirt, then drove over to our favorite Chinese spot.
After I picked up our order, I drove to Maggie’s house, and my chest tightened when I spotted her standing at the front door in a pair of leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. She was waiting for me. I’d never had someone waiting for me, and it got to me.
She got to me.
Damn.
This woman was doing a real number on me.
I couldn’t wait a moment longer to have her in my arms, so I grabbed the food and charged towards her. As I got closer, she opened the door wide and smiled. “Hey there, handsome.”
“Hey, beautiful.”
I leaned down and pressed my mouth to hers, kissing her long and hard. I would’ve kept kissing her if I hadn’t heard Samantha giggling in the kitchen and Nathan complaining, “Ew. Gross.”
I quickly released her from our embrace and whispered, “Sorry about that.”