Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“What have I done?” I whisper as he drives out of sight.
Chapter 3
“Hey, what are you doing here?” I ask Jax as I open the front door.
“I need to use your shower.”
“Why?” I ask, seeing that he’s carrying a large bag in his hand.
“Water heater went out and I don’t have time to wait for the repair guy to come look at it before I have to be somewhere.”
“Oh, well you know where it is.” I swing my arm out for him to enter, and then I go to my kitchen and start a pot of coffee, set out food for Juice, and clean Taser’s cage. Once my coffee is done, I take my cup out to my back deck along with my Kindle and start to read.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I hear roared through the glass of my sliding door, and I get up, quickly setting my stuff on the table, slide the door open then make my way to my living room, where Wes is standing in the doorway with Jax, standing in front of him, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jax asks Wes instead of answering, and I step into the mix, push my cousin back, and stand in front of Wes.
“You go finish showering,” I tell Jax, shoving him away.
“Are you shitting me?” Wes snarls, and I wait glaring at Jax until I see him go back into the bathroom before I face him.
“What are you doing here?” I ask then look down and see that he’s juggling two cups of coffee and a bag, and my heart melts, because he brought me breakfast.
“What am I doing here? Are you fucking kidding me?” My head flies up and my eyes meet his. “I left you last night, and you already have Jax Mayson in your house, showering? Now you’re asking what I’m doing here?”
His words punch me in the gut as his eyes roam over me in my long shirt that hides the boxers I have on. He shakes his head and mutters, “Bitches,” as he walks off.
I stand there for a second as my stomach crawls up my throat, and watch as he opens the door to his truck. My mind is reeling from what he just said.
“You said his name’s Jax Mayson, right?” I shout, and he looks at me then shakes his head.
“Well, you fucking asshole, my name is July Mayson. He’s my cousin, and you’re a fucking scumbag,” I yell then slam the door shut and stomp down the hall to my bedroom, getting my scrubs on quickly, and then my shoes. I don’t even bother with makeup. I just tie my hair back into a ponytail, walk to the guest bath, and knock on the door, calling to Jax that I’m leaving and to lock up.
I grab my bag, stomp out to my garage, pull on my helmet, and shove my purse under the seat. I put on my helmet and press the remote for the garage. I get on my bike start it up then pull out of the garage, noticing that Wes is still sitting in my driveway. I close my garage, shove the remote in my pocket then flip him off while simultaneously trying to kill him with the lasers I can feel coming out of my eyes.
When I get to work, I look at my phone and see that Wes has called every few minutes since I left my house. I turn off the stupid thing and head to the building. The moment I get to the front door, I see a large black mass in front of the double doors and my heart instantly sinks, because I know exactly what it is. I have already had such a horrible day; this just makes it worse.
“Hey, guy,” I whisper, crouching down in front of the dog that is bleeding from his mouth and ears. His head barely lifts then drops to the ground again and his eyes close. I scoot closer and can see that his breaths are few and far between, and the blood coming from his nose tells me he’s not going to make it. I head around the back of the building, go through the back door, drop off my bag, and get a small stretcher. Carrying it out front, I carefully get him on it before taking him inside.
“Another one?” Kayan asks as I check him over, seeing if there is anything I can do to save him before I unwillingly put him to sleep.
“Yeah,” I whisper as I force myself to accept there is nothing I can do. Tears begin to fill my eyes, but I fight them back and do my job, making sure he’s comfortable before I give him the injection that will help him go to sleep and never wake up again.