Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“I do not be saying anything to her except questions,” Alexei replied. “She is obviously in a state of emotional distress.”
Rachel ran onto the scene with Nell on her heels, both women looking at her like a disaster was unfolding right in front of their eyes. “What’s happening? She was fine earlier. She was great.” Rachel’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll kill the little fucker.”
He wasn’t little, and he really knew how to do the other part. He was an excellent fucker. Maybe she was bad at it. She had to tap the brakes because this scene was getting out of hand. She was creating a gossip wave she didn’t know how to ride out. “I’m fine.”
Sabrina took a long drink. And managed to not cough because someone had poured that sucker strong. There was a lot of vodka and not much tonic.
Gemma was nodding. “Good. Drink up, girl. I found it is so much easier to beat down who I need to when I get enough vodka in me.”
“You aren’t beating anyone down,” Jesse McCann said from his seat in the booth behind them. He’d craned his neck to look over.
He wasn’t the only one. Sabrina realized a whole lot of Bliss was in Trio, and they were all looking her way with the exception of Caleb, who was still trying to get his daughter to eat something. He was currently trying to use the airplane method, but Amelia’s landing strip was stubbornly closed to all carrots.
“I will beat down whoever I like,” Gemma shot back.
“Jesse, I thought better of you, sir,” Nell said, shaking her head. “You know I do not condone violence, but Gemma is not a puppy for you to command.”
“No, she’s my sub,” Jesse argued.
Cade Sinclair stood up, a grin on his handsome face. “Oh, I have been living for this. Go on, Nell.”
“Nell knows the obligations of a submissive.” Henry had joined his wife and held Poppy against his chest. The baby was wide eyed and looking around the room like this was the best entertainment ever. “And she also understands there is a time and a place to discuss such things, and it’s probably not in the middle of Trio. I take it one of the MC boys fucked up? Was it Sawyer?”
Sawyer had been open and honest about what he wanted, and it wasn’t long term with her. It made her ache but she could handle his rejection because it had always been out there. Wyatt had lied, and his lies made her more than sad.
His lies made her angry.
“It was Wyatt, and this is why I am concerned,” Alexei explained.
“I would have thought it would be Sawyer,” Max replied. “Well, hell, that makes it way easier. I’m pretty sure I can beat the other guy down. He’s not as big as Sawyer. You want me to beat him down for you, Teach? Or do you want Gemma to do it? I know she looks like she wouldn’t, but there are videos proving she can. Though I don’t know Wyatt has enough hair for her to pull.”
“Oh, I’ll pull more than hair,” Gemma vowed.
“Slow down, people. We need to think this whole thing through. Perhaps we should protest Wyatt.” Nell looked thoughtful, as though trying to decide how many signs to make.
“Stop,” Sabrina said, sniffling again. She had to get control of this situation. She wasn’t sure she could think of anything worse than a Nell-led protest of her getting dumped. “No one is beating Wyatt down or protesting. It’s fine. We spent a nice weekend together, and he changed his mind about seeing me again.”
“He came by and told you he didn’t want to see you?” Holly asked. “He dumped you right here in Trio?”
Sabrina shook her head. “No.”
“He called you?” Callie asked.
Was it worse? She wasn’t sure. Maybe the text had been a kindness since she didn’t have to see him again. “No.”
Except she did because he wasn’t moving, so he would be around. She would see him and know he hadn’t even cared enough to tell her in person he’d changed his mind.
Rachel’s eyes narrowed. “Do not tell me he sent you a text telling you he wouldn’t be making it to your first date. To the date he promised you after you spent all weekend with him. Do not tell me that.”
Max’s head shook. “Seriously don’t tell her. She might explode. We’ve been doing real well, and I haven’t even been arrested in over a year, so she’s got an unhealthy amount of rage with nowhere to put it.”
Rye walked over, holding the baby like a football he needed to protect. “Guys, you’re leaving me alone with the kids, and they do math now. They know I’m outnumbered. What the hell is going on? Ethan already slobbered all over Max’s burger.”