Their Rustic Retreat (The Men of Evergreen Mountain #5) Read Online Frankie Love

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: The Men of Evergreen Mountain Series by Frankie Love
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Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
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It’s a very strange situation. If it weren’t for the poor quality of where I’m being told to stay and, well, the fact that he brandishes a knife at me whenever I suggest that maybe I don’t want to be here, he’s downright respectful.

Just that the knife thing really brings the whole experience down. I do not think I will be leaving a positive review about my experience at this club.

“How long do I have to stay here, again?”

The short, bald man shrugs. “Until I get what I was sent to get.”

“And that is?”

“The cooperation of your dear boyfriend.”

“Tristian? What on earth could you want him for?”

“Sweetie, he has a family here in Smithport.” Okay, I’m not digging him calling me sweetie either. “A family that wants him back very much.”

I sink back into the crappy leather sofa. What is Tristian possibly involved in? Or was involved in?

There’s part of me upset with him for not being completely honest with me about all this, but also part of me understands. I was scared of him for just approaching me. Add on the whole shady-criminal-past thing, and I might have taken off screaming.

So I sit here. Bored. Not even able to use my phone.

Oh yeah, there’s another strike. This is just a terrible experience even if it could be worse.

I tap my fingers on the leather. It’s the local news on the TV. It’s some fearmongering about a string of car thefts throughout Smithport. Nothing remotely interesting. Evergreen Valley gets mentioned once in the weather report. We’re kind of just a small burg on the outskirts, where nothing happens, so I’m not surprised the main news stations ignore us.

A bell rings, tied not to the front door but the back room the weirdo is keeping me in.

He goes to answer it, and in barges Tristian, towering over the man. Right behind him, my brother.

“Jessie Joe, give me a good reason right this instant on why I shouldn’t be breaking your face with my fist?”

“Let’s not get so nasty so quickly. I haven’t hurt her. Have I?” the man Tristian called Jessie Joe, replied.

“That true?” Hawk shouts out to me. “Has he done anything to you?”

“Does boring and annoying me count?” I reply. “I’m fine. Really. Not fine enough that I’m going to protest you punching him in the face, though.”

“Good, because I’m pretty sure this is where this is going,” Tristian says. “Because, really, I don’t see any other way I’m going to get the message across to you, Jessie Joe. I’m done. I’m not working for the organization anymore. Not after what I’ve seen. Not when there’s something better out there for me.”

Jessie Joe snorts, it’s a weird, off-putting, nasally laugh. “Something better for you? A dumb sack of muscle like yourself? We got the best for you right here, Tristian. You’re just too stupid to see that.”

And thus, the first fist cracked across the creep's face.

My heart is a flutter. Sure, any girl loves when a guy stands up for her. But standing up for yourself is important too.

Hawk is a bit surprised by the sudden outburst, too, but clearly isn’t disapproving of it.

“There is something better than this, Jessie. At least for me. City life is fine for most, but it only took a few weeks out in a small town to grow to love the fresh air, the cheery faces, and seeing more than gray asphalt and concrete everywhere I turn. All of these things let me know there’s more to life than just having a paycheck week to week, doing a job that makes you miserable.”

“You want to live in the middle of nowhere? With a bunch of redneck hicks?” the skinny man replies.

He gets punched again.

“They’re people like you and me. Or like me, because, damn, you’re making yourself to be a fucking asshole right now, Jessie Joe.”

Jessie Joe spits some out blood, and is that a tooth? “It doesn’t matter what you want, Tristian. Paul wants you working here. And what Paul wants, Paul gets. You don’t want to make Paul angry, do you?”

“Is that the guy who got kicked to the curb?” Hawk asks Tristian. “Sorry, can’t keep my pricks straight from one another.”

“Kicked to the curb?”

“Like, fired from the mob?”

Jessie laughs. I’m surprised he doesn’t get punched again for doing so. “They’d never cut off Paul. He’s too important.”

Tristian sighs. “Yeah, but Kenny was more important. Your boss made a mistake, and now it’s time for both you and him to pay for it.”

The weirdo looks aghast. “I have no idea what either of you are talking about.”

Hawk shrugs. “I got a contact. Says they want nothing to do with you anymore. Got the police coming here. I mean, we could have just let them handle it, but...”

“I wanted to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid, Jessie Joe,” Tristian says as he continues to loom over his former coworker. “And that I’ve only broken your face twice is testament that there’s at least some intelligence in that tiny brain of yours.”


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