Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
“Honey, no guy is worth crying over. Enjoy the beautiful day and forget about him.” She winked at her, and Charity shook her head as the woman left.
Bad wasn’t just some guy.
Sure, she got the whole, no-guy-was-worth-crying-over thing, but Bad was different. He was the guy she had loved for her whole life, and for the first time, she truly believed he felt something for her.
It was that or she was just trying to read more into it than there actually was. She wasn’t sure. Either way, it still fucking sucked.
Charity moved back from the tree and walked away, heading toward one of the many food carts. She was hungry, and there was no way she was going to be able to keep on traveling without some good food.
****
The club was pissed at him. Bad got it. He wasn’t in the greatest of moods and hadn’t been for the past week.
They had been traveling on and off for the past week. Stopping at rundown motels, picking up stray women. None of them appealed to him.
Colonel and Ape were happy. They had Piper and Charlotte. No reason to be sitting alone, wondering about a brown-haired woman with gorgeous brown eyes who made the softest moans when she came.
Bad was doing her a favor leaving. He’d snuck out in the early hours of the morning, and that had been hard to do. He hadn’t wanted to leave her, but he’d also not known what to do.
So rather than getting a kiss, or feeling her tight cunt wrapped around his cock, he left.
Sneaking out. Escaping. Only, he hadn’t been escaping.
No, this time, he’d been running, but not because he wanted to get away from her. He was scared of what she might say if he asked her to come with him. If he invited her to be with him at the club.
Running a hand down his face, he stared into the fire. The bottle of beer he’d been given was still held within his grip, but he wasn’t in the mood to drink, not in any good mood.
The brothers had all moaned about how he was behaving. He wouldn’t have anything to do with the free pussy constantly hanging off them. There was a time he’d have gladly sunk his sorrows into a faceless pussy. Not anymore.
Bad had allowed himself to feel perfection.
Stevie had told him to stay away from Charity. That his sister was better and deserved someone who wanted to settle down. His best friend had been fucking wrong.
Charity didn’t want to settle down. She wanted to live. To explore. The life on the road was her dream come true.
Anger ran down his spine. He pressed the bottle of beer to his lips and tipped it back, swallowing.
“Hello, Bad,” Piper said.
He stared at the Prez’s old lady and nodded.
It would seem only the old ladies wanted anything to do with him. The guys gave him space.
“How are you doing?”
“Colonel sent you over here?” he asked.
“He’s worried about you.”
“He doesn’t need to be. I’m more than fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Perfectly sure.”
She chuckled. “I think you’re lying.”
Bad turned his glare on her, expecting it to terrify her and force her away from him, running for the hills or some shit.
Nothing. That was what he got, nothing. No fear.
“Look, Piper, I know you mean well, but I’m not in the best of moods. So for all of our sakes, please leave me alone.” If he yelled at Piper, Colonel would be pissed. He didn’t want to have his ass kicked just because they wouldn’t allow him to soak in his pain and misery.
That was what he was doing. Being miserable. It was the only way to be.
Alone. Lonely. He missed Charity so damn much.
“I know you want me to leave you alone, and I get it, I do, but your friends are worried about you.”
“My friends can suck my dick.” He tipped the beer to his lips and took a couple of swigs. “No offense.”
“None taken.” She giggled.
“You know, this shouldn’t make you laugh. This shit should be fucking terrifying you.”
“Bad, I hope you don’t see this as pushing, but have you ever considered the fact that you might actually be in love?” she asked.
He accidentally spilled some of the beer over his chest and cursed. “Don’t, Piper.”
She held her hands up. “You’re moody and you clearly miss this woman.”
“I said don’t.”
“Why didn’t you invite her?” Piper asked.
He turned his glare to her.
“Well?”
“You don’t understand.”
“From what I’ve heard, she is on the road right now. She’s traveling, doing exactly the same thing as we are. The only difference, she is doing it alone. You have friends. Club brothers. You clearly love her. Anyone can see that. It’s why you’re so moody.” Another smile came to her lips, especially as this time, he growled. “See. I don’t understand why you didn’t call her. Why you didn’t ask if she wanted to come on the road with you. You love her. Think about it.” Piper gave his knee a friendly tap, and then she left.