Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Hey!” I yelled at the man.
Then something tackled me from behind, taking me down so hard that my arm landed funny, raw pain shooting from my fingertips all the way to my shoulder blade.
I cried out in agony, but whomever had hit me wasn’t getting up.
In fact, he stayed down so long that I started to panic.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
“Still,” Wolf’s dark, angry voice growled.
I closed my eyes as silent tears started to slip down my cheeks.
“I think my arm’s broken,” I moaned, tears clogging my throat and making my words hard to understand.
Wolf understood, though.
Did he get up? No.
He stayed exactly where he was, and when I heard the loud bang-bang, I knew why.
The sound of an engine filled my ears and tires squealed in protest as whatever vehicle belonging to those tires sped away.
That’s when it finally dawned on me what those first popping sounds I’d heard actually were.
Gunfire.
I was hearing gunfire.
The boys behind me were returning gunfire.
Somebody was shooting at us!
It was long moments after the loud engine disappeared that Wolf finally got up off me, and when he did, the shooting pain intensified so much that I vomited on myself.
“Shit,” Wolf growled. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“Break it?” Travis asked as he hunkered down beside me.
He was reaching behind him, replacing his gun in his holster, I realized.
Dante did the same on my other side while Wolf gently rolled me over.
“Broken as fuck,” Dante observed.
My eyes went down, and my head started to whirl as I got a good look at my arm.
It was odd.
Really odd.
I’d never seen my arm that contorted looking before.
That was about the time I passed out.
Chapter 3
Muscles will get you to first base. A beard will get you all the way around the bases with my vagina smothering your face right before you slide into home.
-Beardisms
Wolf
My stomach churned as I sat next to Raven on the bed.
Her eyes were on the hot pink cast being placed on her arm as she tried valiantly to do anything but look at me.
I couldn’t blame her.
I’d been the one to break her arm after all.
My stomach rolled again, and I closed my eyes, remembering the distinct crack that signaled Raven’s arm breaking. In two fucking places.
Raven’s auburn hair shifted as she turned to look at me, and my eyes locked with hers.
Her almost navy blue irises were so dark that they only brought more attention to her eyes rather than away from them. Compared to her milky white skin, they stood out starkly, making me unable to look away from her gaze.
I tried not to do that anyway, though, seeing as when I did, my mind wandered.
She had a beautiful body, all generous curves and soft skin. She’d be the perfect woman to have underneath you as you took her from behind. Or lying side by side. Then again, on her back would do fine, too, having her padded thighs cradling my hips as I pounded away inside of her.
“I know you didn’t mean to,” Raven’s soft voice broke into my inner turmoil.
I looked up and shrugged.
Didn’t matter if I meant to or not. I still had.
The nurse finished up with the casting just as the woman who’d been in a few minutes before to take Raven’s payment came in.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am, but your insurance was declined due to non-payment,” the woman apologized to Raven as she handed her the insurance card she’d fished out of her pocket earlier.
Raven’s face immediately went red.
“Could you give me a moment, please?” Raven asked as she avoided my eyes.
I got up and walked out of the room without answering her, and immediately made my way toward the reception desk that I saw on the way in.
The woman sitting behind the computer was engrossed in a Solitaire game, completely oblivious to me coming up behind her.
“’Scuse me,” I rumbled, knowing damn well and good it’d make her jump.
Her whole body did a one eighty in the computer chair, and she looked at me with wide, fear-filled eyes for all of ten seconds before a slow, admiring smile filled her face.
“Can I help you?” she asked, her voice low and husky.
“I want to pay. Where do I do that at?” I moved around her desk, and she followed me with her desk chair.
“I can help you with that,” she smiled. “What’s your name?”
“I’m paying for my girl.” My voice was hard, and I could tell that the mention of ‘my girl’ didn’t sit well with the woman.
“What’s her name?” the woman, my eyes went to her name tag, Deena, questioned.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, waiting for my next words.
“Raven March. She’s in room five with a broken arm,” I replied.
Deena’s lips thinned as her fingers started to click on the keys of the keyboard.
“I’m showing a four thousand and twenty-dollar bill right now,” Deena replied once she’d pulled her name up. “How would you like to pay this? We don’t accept checks.”