Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
With the last pieces done, she put them in the bag and tied it up.
“Are you going to keep ignoring me?” he asked.
This made her spin around and glare at him. “Are you for real right now?” she asked.
“Look, I’m asking, and I’m trying to get involved.”
“Why don’t you get lost? I don’t need nor do I want you here. I’m here to do a job, remember!” She glared at him and shoved the wrapped bag within his grip.
The last thing she wanted to do was to talk to him. He made her blood boil.
She felt her hands clench, she was so damn angry, but she kept it together. She tried to reel it in, but it was next to impossible. Taking several deep breaths, she expelled them and then pulled them in, expelling them again.
Her wolf was torn, as always.
She wanted to have hope, to think Rocco had come to his senses. The moment he arrived at her front door nearly a month ago, she’d been filled with this excitement, wondering if he’d finally come to his senses. She’d felt like such a fool because he’d not wanted anything from her. He’d needed a favor.
The Poison Wolves MC had tried to clean up the mess themselves, but they were nowhere near as good as her. She was his last resort, and even though she tried to hide it, it stung.
“Look, I know you’re pissed.”
“Rocco, don’t. Don’t even try to think you know what is going on inside my head, or that you know what I want. You don’t know anything about me, nor do you have the first clue what I want, so don’t start now.” She knew what he wanted from her, and she was getting the job done.
She was done letting her wolf believe there was a chance between the two of them, when that was the furthest thing from the truth.
Rose refused to cry, and she got back to work, going through every single area, calling on her wolf to help her scent out the debris and clean.
It took her several hours, but by the time she’d finished, it was nightfall. All the mess had been cleaned up, and as she turned, she spotted Rocco standing on the edge of the perimeter she had set up.
This is what she did every time she got to a job. She needed to know the areas she had to work, so she’d be able to start at one point and slowly work her way toward the finishing line. Once she was done, she picked up her necessary markers and got everything ready to head back to her car. She hated driving, but going to jobs made it easier for her.
Most of the jobs were in town, and she was able to carry the few supplies she needed. But these jobs, with human wolf mutations, were the most disgusting she had ever seen. Even worse than a transition that didn’t go well. She didn’t know which ones were harder.
“Alpha would like to see you at the clubhouse,” Rocco said.
“Couldn’t someone else have delivered the message?” she asked.
The less time she spent with this man, the better.
“Look, I get that you’re pissed at me, but you have to see things from my side—”
She whirled around so fast and glared at him. “Your side? I don’t have to see anything from your side. You don’t want to be mated to me. That is all there is to it. But, in case you were wondering, I heard you loud and clear, and even if my wolf wants you and she fights it, I won’t cross that line with you. Please leave me alone and back off.”
This is another reason she wanted to be as far away from him as possible. Keeping her wolf at bay, and not lashing out to show Rocco they are mates, meant she had to be in constant control, and that was so exhausting. She was tired all the time with him close. There was only so much she could take.
Slamming down the trunk of her car, she walked around to the driver’s side and climbed in. She had every intention of getting out of her messy clothes, but that would have to wait until she was home.
“Rose!”
“I’m going to get changed, and possibly have something to eat. If Alpha cannot wait until then, tell him he knows where to find me.”
She wouldn’t be eating. She needed to take a long hot shower, allow the tears to fall, and pray for the soul she had just cleaned up. Once she composed herself, she’d go and find them.
Her parents had said it would get easier. She couldn’t help but feel they were liars. To her, this wasn’t getting easier, it felt so damn hard all the time. But she was the only cleaner left in the pack, so those jobs fell to her.