Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Beckett nods. “No shit. How is she, though?”
“Oh, you mean you two haven’t been catching up lately?”
He glares at me.
“She’s the same stuck-up, spoiled bitch she has always been.”
He crosses his arms. “You know, I saw a different side to her. Maybe you ought to look harder, she’s stuck in the same world you are.”
“You wouldn’t be saying that if you saw how much she hates you.”
His jaw ticks. “Did what I had to do, it was never goin’ to work.”
“Funny that,” I mutter. “Where is Remy? I need to see him.”
“He’s busy.”
“Busy where?”
“At the club. Business.”
“When is he going to be back?”
“When he’s done.”
I shake my head. “I can really see what my sister liked about you.”
Beckett grins.
I roll my eyes and get to work.
Bloody bikers, honestly.
You can’t live with them, but my lord, you can’t live without them either.
I’m midway through tightening some bolts on a car when I hear Eve’s cheerful voice behind me. “I brought you a coffee.”
I squeal and launch up, spinning around to see her standing with a coffee and a brown paper bag in her hand, a big smile on her face. “Eve, shit, you can’t sneak up on people like that.”
She laughs. “Sorry, I didn’t realize how much you were concentrating. I thought you might need this, I heard you had a big night.”
I shake my head. “Seriously, Remy is such a fucking big mouth. He tells everyone everything.”
“Girl, he’s got bite marks on his neck. It didn’t take much to figure out. You’re a savage, by the way.”
I tremble remembering how good it felt to bite down on Remy’s skin as he was fucking me hard against that bike. God, it was wild.
“Well, he’s equally as savage and I had to keep him under control somehow.”
Eve smirks. “I like your style. Here, I bought you my famous chocolate muffin, you can thank me later.”
I take it off her. “You’re amazing, thank you. I haven’t eaten since lunch time.”
I glance at the clock, it’s now four in the afternoon. That flew by.
Remy still isn’t back.
I sit down and take Eve’s offerings, she sits down beside me and exhales. “So, I heard about your family.”
“My god, I might as well pin a sign to my head today. Everyone is obsessed with me.”
She laughs. “It’s all good, I figured your last name wasn’t Smith.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, well, I don’t exactly go around bragging about who I am. In case you didn’t know, my family are a bunch of jackasses who basically wish I didn’t exist.”
“Sorry to hear that,” Eve says, her voice gentle.
“God, don’t be. I’m my own person, they’re neither here nor there for me.”
“You certainly are. How are things going over here?”
“I love working here,” I tell her, sipping the coffee. “Oh my god, this coffee is amazing. Why haven’t I come over and gotten one earlier?”
“Girl, beats me. I make the best coffee in town. Also, we’re having an open mic night tonight, you should come. The girls will all be there.”
“Count me in, although, if I fall asleep at the table, just pretend you don’t notice. I was up all night.”
“I bet Remy was up all night, too.” She wiggles her brows.
I snort a bit of coffee out of my nose. “Jesus, woman, you’re quick.”
She stands, a big smile on her face. “Anyway, I wanted to come by and invite you and give you a break. Come around anytime, you’re part of the family now.”
Part of the family.
Me?
Gabriella?
Oh boy.
I’ve really messed this one up.
10
“GABRIELLA.”
I turn, wiping my hands on my pants at the sound of a familiar voice.
Standing at the garage entrance is Reggie, my ex-boyfriend and toxic lover. The man who got me into a lot of shit, and if he hadn’t gone to prison for a year and a bit, I wouldn’t be where I am now. I have been ignoring him since his release, but, apparently, he wasn’t taking no for an answer because here he is.
“Jesus, Reggie,” I mutter. “What the hell?”
“You wouldn’t answer my calls,” he tells me, arms crossed. “So, I came to you.”
“I don’t know if you know this, but when someone doesn’t answer a call, it’s because they don’t want to talk to you.”
He narrows his eyes. “You didn’t visit me once in prison, you just disappeared, and you think I was just going to leave it at that?”
“Yes, that was the general idea.”
I study him. He looks the same as he did before he went away, other than a few new tattoos on his forearms. Reggie was the good-looking bad boy who messed with your broken soul. Covered in tattoos, short dark hair, piercing blue eyes, rings on his fingers, and a body that you would go crazy for.
But he was also clingy, controlling, and really, really bad for me.
The best thing I ever did was get him out of my life. I mean, fate did that for me, but I chose to stick with it.