Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Do you want me to drive?” Mila asks, standing by the driver’s side door after putting Sutton inside.
I stare at her in confusion.
“Really?” She scoffs. “Are you going to give me some line about women being horrible drivers?”
“Have I ever said anything insulting about women?”
Her eyes flutter in that way that says she’s thinking back to that night again. So help me, if she mentions the things I said during sex, I don’t know how I’ll react.
I step in closer to her, praying the kids are distracted somehow inside the vehicle.
“Calling you a good little whore while you’re choking on my cock and thinking you’re one outside of the bedroom are two very different things.”
Jesus, why do I think one thing and say something differently. Bringing up that night over the last several days has seemed like some slow bid at foreplay. As much as I like the idea of getting her back under me, actually doing it would make things insanely messy.
She shifts her weight on her feet.
“Get in the passenger seat, Mila. You’re too distracted to drive.”
Chapter 22
Mila
As quick as I am to actively not judge people too quickly, I realize I was doing exactly that in my head when Vincent announced that we made the final turn toward Cerberus property a few minutes ago.
When he turns into the parking lot, I literally gasp at the sight.
I noticed the super cute houses on the left-hand side of the road first because of the curve in the road, but this building, what he called the clubhouse, is nothing like I expected. In fact, none of this is what I pictured when he tried to explain the Cerberus motorcycle club.
The parking lot is pristine. Hell, it almost looks like a car dealership with the way all the dark colored SUVs are lined up perfectly. The row of shiny bikes is an ode to their dedication and care because I discovered not long after we crossed the New Mexico state line that this place is mostly dust.
There aren’t a pile of broken-down cars. There aren’t any vicious barking dogs running up to the car, threatening to take a leg off if we dare to step outside.
The front porch of the building is welcoming, several little pots of flowers on either side of the steps. The awning isn’t damaged.
“Is that part new?” I ask, pointing to the part to the left that is a slightly different shade.
“Yeah. It was finished not long ago. Em is having kittens waiting for the entire thing to be painted.”
“Em?” I ask, keeping my eyes on the building and trying not to let the wave of jealousy I’m struck with show at just the mention of another woman’s name.
“Yeah. Let’s go. You can meet her.”
“The houses behind this building look a lot like the ones across the street.”
“Those are owned by people connected to Cerberus. I’m sure Em wanted them to look similar as well.”
“Sounds controlling,” I mutter.
“People aren’t too quick to argue when the house is included in the benefit package.”
My hand freezes on the door handle. “You have a house here?”
“I’ve only been with Cerberus for a little over a year,” he says. “And I never had a need for my own house.”
He doesn’t say it, but I notice the way his eyes dart to the rearview mirror.
Until now, remains unspoken. If this man gets a house capable of handling these children, I’d have no chance of fighting him for custody if I had to. That voice in my head, the one I’ve been trying to silence because he’s given me no indication that’s his plan, pops back up. Here we are on his turf, in his space, and it makes me more vulnerable than I’ve ever been.
“Let’s get out before those inside think there’s something wrong. They won’t be patient much longer to meet everyone.”
I climb out of the vehicle, wishing I could gather up all the kids in my arms. It makes the most sense for him to grab Sutton. She’s on his side of the SUV, after all, but I keep my eyes on him as he unbuckles her, my heart breaking a little when she smiles and reaches her arms up so it’s easier for him to pull her out.
“Do we have to stay in the car?” Jace asks, drawing my attention and making me realize I’m just standing in Luca’s open door and not making any attempt to get him out.
“Something wrong?” Vincent asks through the vehicle.
I shake my head, the first of many lies I feel like I’m going to have to tell the man because being truthful with him will only be used against me later. I hate feeling that way. I don’t have the best of luck with anything in life, and even if he isn’t planning on taking the kids from me right now, I’m sure he’ll start counting my flaws eventually.