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)
“Don’t you have the cash option?” I asked, fishing out my wallet from my back pocket. “If I remember correctly, from the last time I was in here with stitches, it was a flat five hundred dollars.”
Deena’s mouth went even tighter.
“Yes,” she clipped. “Cash or credit card?”
“Cash,” I replied, fishing out five one hundred dollar bills from my pocket.
I’d planned to go buy a new pistol today with the money, but plans change, after all, and not always for the better.
It’d all started with the call I’d gotten that morning from one of my informants and had gone straight downhill from there.
I’d intended to talk with Travis, a man that I knew hated my guts, to ask him for help. I had the president of our motorcycle club, Peek set up the meeting. I was going to tag along and hope they would talk to me.
Travis had agreed, but only if Dante could be there, too.
Peek gave his consent to that, knowing damn well and good it was a bad idea, but we had no other options.
I needed the help, and my sister’s life depended on it.
I’d do just about anything to keep my sister safe, to stop her suffering, even do something so unpleasant as to meet with the Hail brothers. Peek ended up having a schedule conflict and I had to go to the meet by myself.
“Here’s your receipt,” Deena handed me a paper, and I took it.
When I returned to the room, Raven was still arguing about her insurance.
“I’m telling you, I paid it this month. I paid it last month. I paid it the month before that. It’s current. Please, just try to run it again.”
I held my hand up and stopped Raven.
“It’s not going to work,” I told her.
Both women looked at me, and I handed the receipt over to show I’d paid.
“We’re paid up.”
The woman took it and read it, nodded once, and then left the room.
“What the hell, Wolf?” Raven asked, steam starting to rise out of the top of her head.
Well, if it were possible it would be.
She was that mad.
I held my hand up and stopped her.
“Let me explain before you go flipping out,” I told her.
“Knew I should’ve listened to Travis and Dante and not come with you,” Raven muttered darkly.
My insides clenched at her words.
“I was married to Travis and Dante’s sister,” I replied softly. “She died when a serial killer, who was targeting cops, shot both of us in the head. She died, I lived, and they blame me.”
Raven’s eyes went wide at my words.
“Abby?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Abby,” I confirmed.
“That’s terrible. I’m so sorry for your loss.” She touched my arm with her good hand, and her eyes softened.
“Abby and I were having problems. We were on the verge of a divorce, and Abby was pregnant with my child at the time of her death. Dante and Travis blame me, and therefore dislike my club as well. They’d do just about anything to never have to see me again,” I informed her. “If I didn’t need the help, I would’ve never shown my face to them. I know it hurts them to see me. But, I have very few options at this point, and my sister’s life, as well as yours, now that I realize what is going on, are in danger.”
“Why?” Raven asked with confusion. “I haven’t done anything.”
“Oh, but to him, you have. You testified and put away two of his top producers,” I replied.
“Shit,” Raven growled. “Why can’t I just fucking live my life? I swear, every time I find my footing, something else comes around the corner and knocks me down to my ass again.”
I looked over at her and smiled.
“Welcome to the shit club where life is always hard, and you never know what to expect before life knocks you down again,” I responded to her outburst.
Raven’s smile was forced as she hopped back on the bed, her broken arm cradled to her chest.
“Well, let’s go,” she said, picking up her things off the bed before she slid back down and started heading to the door.
I grabbed the receipt and followed behind her, nodding to the doctor who’d been taking care of Raven.
He nodded back and I kept pace behind Raven as we made our way out to the front lobby of the ER.
“Hold on,” I ordered, stopping her before she could make it to the bank of windows at the very front.
She stopped and turned, looking at me in question.
“What?” she asked.
“Let me check it out before you go out there,” I replied, walking ahead of her.
Raven sighed at my back but stayed where she was as I went ahead of her and took a look around.
After seeing nothing remarkable, I walked back inside and gestured her outside with my hand.
She followed, her eyes going to my bike across the parking lot.