Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Her eyes get wide, and her mouth drops open. “Are you serious?” she asks, voice low.
“Yes!” I cry. “Gosh, yes! You’re amazing. Will you do it?”
She nods, making a happy sound. “Yes!”
I’m beaming, I know I am, and I know she can see it. But this is just what I need. Someone with the kind of soul that can make my music what I need it to be. Amalie is that soul, I just know it.
“I’ll talk to my manager tonight. Please, don’t leave. I’ll get you on my tour, and on my album, if I have to kill someone to do it.”
Her eyes go wide.
I laugh. “I’m joking.”
She laughs too, soft, but it’s there.
“I have to get going, but here’s my phone number,” I say, walking around the room until I find some music sheets and a pen. I use a blank one and write my phone number down on it, then I hand it to Amalie. “Send me a text, so I have yours, I’ll be in touch.”
She signs something, then stops herself. Signing is easier for her, that much is clearer, probably because talking is harder for her to find the right pitch, hence why her voice goes from soft to slightly higher. I make a note to learn how to sign.
“What did you just sign to me?” I ask her, lightly and with a smile.
“Thank you,” she tells me.
I beam. “I’m going to learn to sign, I promise. Oh, and, Amalie, can I ask if you put your feet at the base of the piano so you can feel the intensity, and therefore know your pitch?”
She nods.
I shake my head, in awe. “You’re incredible. Text me, okay?”
She beams.
Yes.
Things feel like they’re looking up for me.
~*~*~*~
MAVERICK
“When you comin’ back, bro?”
I put the cigarette to my mouth, inhaling deeply, then I answer the question one of my best friends and Vice President of the Iron Fury MC, Koda, asks. Koda is short for Dakoda. A name he despises. He claims it’s a girl’s name and “no one is to ever fuckin’ call him that”. His words, not mine.
“Soon,” I mutter.
“What’s keepin’ you away so long? Got some good pussy?”
I shake my head with a gruntled laugh. Trust Koda to have his mind on pussy twenty-four hours a day. The man is a silent genius. He just won’t admit it. He has his own story, his own demons, and because of those, spends most of his time following hit men and tracking their kills. It’s somewhat of an obsession for him. He researches every one of their targets, and if he doesn’t believe the person is worthy of the kill, he makes sure they’re protected.
I don’t know why he does this.
I don’t know the full story.
All I know is Mal lets him do it and never interferes. I know he had a twin brother and that brother was killed. That’s as much as he’s ever divulged to me. He’s a good man. Solid. Great heart. Terrifying soul. I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of him. He’s the kind that’s never angry, but he has a deadly silence that makes your whole body stand on alert when he’s in the same room as you.
Koda is the face of Fury.
He is dangerous.
“No pussy, bro,” I finally answer.
My mind drifts to Scarlett and the way her sweet fingers touched mine tonight. I wanted to pull her off the stage, lift that pretty little dress up, and bury my dick so deep in her we both forgot our own names. It’s been a long fuckin’ time since I’ve looked at a woman more than briefly. The women I’ve fucked, since ... since her ... I barely speak to, I don’t know their names, I just take what I need and move on.
But that girl has captured my attention.
Maybe it’s the agony in her eyes. The way they are begging for someone to save her.
I snap myself out of those thoughts when Koda speaks again.
“Got some trouble goin’ down around here. Would be good to have you back in on the action.”
“Yeah,” I grunt. “Mal mentioned that. You figured any more out yet, or still wonderin’?”
“Can’t figure out Jack shit. Tryin’ to find ties to whoever this sneaky little fuck is that’s runnin’ drugs through our town and causin’ an uproar, but he’s clever. Sneaky. He’s movin’ them state to state and we’ve yet to figure out how he’s done that without any trails.”
“You got a name? Maybe I can look into it while I’m out here on the road.”
“No name. Closest we’ve got is Ice. That’s what they’re all callin’ him. Could be anyone. Could mean anythin’. Could be a name used as a distraction. We’re pullin’ in a few junkies tonight, see if we can’t get some information from them.”