Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Is that right” my brother asks and I look at Zoey and she’s blushing
“No, it’s not right,” I say and everyone looks at Zoey
“Ok, who’s hungry?” she asks the kids standing up
“I am” the triplets yell, making me smile
“Logan, you are coming”
“Yeah”
I watch as she walks away with the kids and when I turn back there all staring at me “What?”
“Why in the fuck would Prim say you and Zoey were getting’ together?” Colt asks in a pissed off tone
“She’s four man, how the fuck would I know?”
“So nothin’ happened between Zoey and you” I shake my head not wanting to lie to the Brothers
“So, what did you’s do today then?”
“Park, ice-cream, beach, home.”
“Nothin’ else” I look at him
“What the fuck man, we had four fuckin’ kids with us.”
“Just keep your fuckin’ hands to yourself, you know Zoey’s off limits” (don’t I fuckin’ know it) I yell for the Prospect to bring me a beer looking around and don’t see Christa anywhere she must be back by now
“Where’s Christa,” I ask, and Stryker snorts
“No offense man, but your women’s a bitch” I look at him
“Why?”
“Maggie asked her to help out.”
“And”
“Your woman said she just had her nails done and couldn’t” I roll my eyes (fuckin’ cunt embarrassing me)
“Where is she?”
“In your room” I stand up and walk upstairs to my room when I walk in Christa’s laying on her stomach on the bed reading a magazine, bags all around the floor
“Christa, what the fuck?” she turns over looking at me smiling
“Hey, baby.”
“Why aren’t you downstairs helping the woman?” she shrugs
“I didn’t want to,” I look at all the bags
“So, what did you get for the funeral?” she bites her lip looking at the bags
“You didn’t get anything” she smiles still biting her lip shaking her head
“What the fuck did you buy” I grab the bags tipping them out, lingerie, shoes and a handbag “what the fuck is this shit, Christa?”
“It was on sale.”
“I’m pretty fuckin’ sure you can’t wear lingerie to a fuckin’ funeral.”
“I’ll buy a dress tomorrow” I’m so fuckin’ pissed if I don’t get away from her, I’ll kill the bitch
“You’ll take this shit back and buy a fuckin’ dress for the funeral.”
“I can’t; they were on sale.”
“Then I guess you’re not comin’” she jumps up
“But I want to be there for you” I shake my head, looking at the shit on the bed and lean right into her face
“Take the shit back and buy a dress than.”
“But,” I walk to the door and just before I walk out I turn back to her
“And get your fuckin’ ass downstairs and help the woman out” I slam the fuckin’ door and walk back downstairs to my Brothers.
Chapter Eight
Zoey
As we walk into the kitchen, we all sit down, and Maggie and a few of the Old Ladies help get the kids settled, Niya turns to me “So, what happened with you and Saint?” a few of the women turn looking at me, Abbey coming over sitting next to me
“You and Saint,” she asks, but I roll my eyes
“Nothing happened, it’s just Prim using her imagination” she stares at me
“So, nothing happened?” I shake my head
“No, he has a girlfriend” Maggie growls and we look at her “are you ok?” I ask her
“Yeah, I’m fine, just don’t mention that bitch,” she says, and I look at her a bit shocked
“Why? What happened?”
“Maggie asked her to help out and she said she couldn’t because she just had her nails done” Abbey says and Maggie grumbles as she stirs the pot
“Wow”
“Yeah, she’s a piece of work, I have no idea what Saint sees in her” Lena says
“Yes, you do” Maggie says and we turn looking at her
“What?” I ask her
“Big tits skinny waist and an easy p.u.s.s.y” she spells the last bit because of the kids, all the girls smile and laugh
“Damn, he’s so hot though” Abbey says and Tink clears her throat
“Come on, you know I wasn’t talking about your husband, but damn they're both… gorgeous” she sings the last bit and I smile
“Just imagine what he’s like in bed, I bet he’s real nasty”
“ABBEY” Maggie, Niya and Tink shout and she looks at them
“What?” she says, looking at me wiggling her eyebrows making me smile (yeah, I’ve wondered the same thing)
“Why is Uncle Saint nasty” Primrose asks and they all stare at Abbey
“Little ears with big mouths” Tink says
“Sorry…” she says and I smile, shaking my head
“Why is he nasty?” she asks again
“It’s just Abbey being silly honey, eat your dinner” Tink tells her
“Uncle Saint’s not nasty” Prim tells Abbey and she smiles at her
“No, honey, I was just being silly”
We’re all sitting talking when Christa walks in and we all stop and look at her “Yes” Maggie asks her
“Um, I’ve come to help,” she says and we all look at Maggie