Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
As if I gave a shit where he went. He threw a familiar bag on the bed and, like a well-trained pet, I turned to face him and licked his cock until it was clean, and he was satisfied.
“Fuck, I wish I could just chain you up in my place and fuck you all day. Every fucking day. You got that magic mouth.” He gave my left tit a hard smack and walked away, whistling like he’d just gotten a nooner from a willing woman, instead of a Sunday night fuck from an unwilling whore.
As soon as the roar of Roadkill’s bike faded away from my hotel room, I filled the tub with scorching water and sank into it, ignoring the way my skin rebelled against the heat. I could drown myself right now and this would all be over.
I could also try to make my escape, jumping out the bathroom window and start a new life somewhere else. But where would I go with no money? Who would I be if I wasn’t Savannah Rhymer, heiress apparent to Father’s evil empire?
The truth was, I didn’t know anymore.
Instead of thinking about an impossible future, I slid down until I was fully submerged in the water, daring myself to take that last breath that would end it all.
CHAPTER FIVE
Charlie
I decided to satisfy my curiosity about the fire at Maisie’s wedding caterer before I headed to the Ashby’s.
It just seemed too fucking coincidental to be an accident, especially considering the attack on Emmett and his girl last month. Why the fuck they’d choose to burn down a catering shop was beyond me, but I stopped anyway.
The fire had done too much damage to be an accident. Black soot was everywhere, making visibility a problem. I couldn’t see much of anything but the back door. It was half melted, making it was easy for me to slip inside. There were obvious signs that someone had torched the place and the fire investigator had already seen and noted them.
“You don’t look like any insurance investigator I’ve ever seen.” I turned at the sound of the sarcastic voice and found a woman with black braids that framed a heart-shaped face and a scowl staring back at me. Suspicious as hell, not that I blamed her given the circumstances.
“I’m not.” I flashed a friendly smile that told the woman I wasn’t a threat. “My cousin hired you for her wedding, and she’s freaking out because she needs to find a new caterer on short notice. She’s kind of a drama queen, so I figured I’d stop by to check things out for myself.”
The woman spread her hands wide with a long, frustrated sigh. “This time, she wasn’t overreacting.” She shook her head, thick black braids swinging gently. “I don’t even know what the fuck happened, and now the investigator is telling me it was set on purpose. Why?”
It was too much to hope this woman had pissed off the wrong people, but I could be a hopeful kind of guy when I needed to be. “An angry ex?”
She scoffed. “That would require him actually to give a damn which he doesn’t, so no.”
Shit. “Sorry.”
“Yeah, me too. I’m looking into renting a place, but that won’t help your cousin. Unless she wants to postpone the wedding.” She gave me a long, what the hell are you still doing here look, and I took the hint.
“Yeah, not happening. Good luck. With everything,” I told her and made my way back to where my bike sat at the side of the building. I didn’t have an answer for who, but I headed to the Ashby mansion with the knowledge that the fire was deliberately set.
I pulled up to the mansion gates and gave my name to the big ass security dude with a serious expression. I smiled as the gates closed behind me because I couldn't believe that Maisie would be legally married to this rich fucker by the end of the week. I was happy for her, but it was just so different from how we grew up.
The Reckless Bastards, in Mayhem and Opey had more than enough money to go around, but we didn’t live like it. We lived simple lives, always having more than we needed but never living like…this.
Maisie was happy, and that was what mattered. At least that was what my mom kept reminding my old man and his brother. They were happy to work with the Ashbys when necessary but remained, as always, suspicious as fuck of anyone who wasn’t part of the MC family.
Thomas opened the door with a small smile on his face and took a step back. “Welcome back, Charlie.”
“Thanks man, looking sharp.” I didn’t know exactly what he did for Sadie, but the man dressed like he should be the one issuing orders around here.