Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
There was a long pause as he digested my words.
“I don’t want her down here,” he growled.
I knew what he meant by that.
“Your mother didn’t come with her,” I expounded.
His mother was a piece of work.
The moment that I’d met her when I’d moved to Vermont, I’d known why Trick had resigned his commission.
She was awful.
She hadn’t questioned my sudden appearance in her daughter’s life.
“That’s good to know,” Trick growled. “I want you to stay away from my sister. I’m home now. I got this.”
My heart dropped in my chest.
“O-okay,” I said. “I’ll stay away.”
It would be hard, but I could do it. For Trick.
I’d do anything for Trick.
“She calls, you don’t answer,” he pushed.
I closed my eyes. “I’ll explain that you don’t want me around anymore.”
“You do that,” he said. “Make her leave you alone.”
I looked at Trick’s mugshot on my laptop.
“Okay,” I replied softly.
He hung up without saying goodbye.
I gently placed the phone in its cradle.
“Who was that?” Jayco asked, sounding curious.
Why was he still in my office?
I ignored him and went back to work. Eventually he got the hint and left.
But not before placing a stack full of file folders on the corner of my desk.
I glared at them, then got back to work.
But my heart wasn’t in it.
Not today.
I pretended to work for another hour before I decided that it just wasn’t going to happen today.
Tomorrow, I would start over fresh.
Tomorrow, I would make this work.
But today? Well, today I was going to feel my sadness.
I went to my favorite bar to drown my sorrows.
CHAPTER 6
I really have a good heart. I’m just a little mean.
-Swayze to Trick
TRICK
Living without structure was weird.
I didn’t have anyone telling me when I could shit. When I could eat. When I needed to go to bed.
Standing with my shoulders against a brick wall as I scanned the bar, I thought about where my life had landed me.
Two months ago, a man had visited me in prison.
He’d told me that he needed my help. He’d then found a way to not only get me out of prison eight years early, but he’d also given me a job. Sure, that job was menial, but it was enough for now.
Of course, that job being menial was on purpose. Because Lynn pulling me out of prison, pulling strings, had come with conditions.
One, I helped him ‘clean his town up’ so to speak.
Apparently, there was a trafficking problem in his neck of the woods, and he was convinced that I could help.
As well as helping when and where I was needed, he’d created a motorcycle club to help hide our presence.
I was now officially a Souls Chapel Revenant.
At least, that was what the cut on my back declared me as.
I scanned the bar again, my eyes halting on the door when it opened wide.
That was when the breath left my body.
Because she was there, filling the doorway, looking like someone had run over her, backed up, and run over her again.
She still walked with a slight limp.
Oh, and she could still fill out a pair of jeans.
Very, very well.
Much better than she did at seventeen.
At twenty-nine, she was even more my cup of tea than she used to be.
Her hair was pulled up into a low bun at the base of her neck, and her eyes were faced directly forward as she all but strutted to the bar.
She had no clue that she was drawing every man’s eyes in the room.
Had no clue that even with her prim and proper blazer covering her back and top half of her butt, she was still the sexiest thing in the room.
She had on high heels, and even with a limp, she still managed to rock them.
She took the seat closest to the wall and then waved at the bartender to get his attention.
The old man jerked his chin up, smiling wide at Swayze.
She took the seat with a thump of her ass onto the chair, then immediately jerked her blazer off and tossed it onto the barstool next to her.
That’s when I saw her back.
Though she had a tank top on, it was one of those racerback styles, showing off a fair amount of skin.
Skin that was covered in tattoos.
From this far away, I couldn’t see what those tattoos were, but I knew that they were sexy as hell.
I looked down at my own tattoos.
Ones that I’d gotten before prison, during prison, and after prison.
They were a mismatch of colors, lines, and words.
But I liked them.
I hadn’t realized that Swayze had tattoos.
I wondered when she’d gotten them.
They looked great, but in the dark of the bar, I knew that they had to be more magnificent than they appeared.
“Who’s that?”
I looked over at Sin, who was standing against the wall next to me.
Sin, Lynn, Bruno, Laric, Trouper, Hunt, and Zach were all in the ‘motorcycle club’ with me.