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)
“What about your mom?”
“She died, but she was no better. She was as spoiled as they came, and Becky was her favorite.”
“Sounds like you had a rough go of it.”
I shrug. “I’m not suffering, I can’t complain. I have a shit family but I have everything I could ever want. I was never told no. I think that made me more determined to go out on my own, but now I’m stuck there.”
“Why are you stuck there?”
“Because after I got into trouble with Reggie a few years back, I found myself with nothing. My father let me stay, but now I’m kind of stuck there because I can’t afford to go anywhere else, which means I have to do everything he asks otherwise he’ll kick me out. I’m glad I have a job now, as soon as I have saved enough, I’m out of there.”
“Why don’t you just rent a room off someone?”
“I have some debt I have to pay off first, I really can’t afford it. A few fines, actually.”
“What did you get fined for?”
I give him a nervous grin. “I don’t think you want to know.”
He chuckles. “I’m sure I probably don’t.”
“Anyway, that’s enough about the spoiled little rich girl. Tell me about you. What’s your family like?”
“Only child, both parents died a few years back. Up until then, I was close to them. Nothin’ bad to report here. I have a good life, when I joined the club it got better.”
“So you didn’t join the club because of some dark twisted road that forced you into their hands?”
He grunts, grinning. “Fuck no. I wanted to join. I love motorbikes, I love cars, and I had no family. I got all three when I joined.”
“Awww, how sweet.”
He gives me a look.
“Well, I can see why you like them. They’re pretty cool.”
“Yeah.”
“What about kids? There are no kids hiding out there with your last name are there?”
He shudders. “Fuck no, I’m always careful. I keep to myself. Don’t get tangled up.”
“I hear you. It’s easier without the tangles.”
He laughs. “Yeah, you could say that.”
“So you’ve never had a serious relationship?”
“Nope.”
“Wow, you and I are scarily alike.”
He looks at me. “What about Reggie, he looked pretty serious?”
“It wasn’t serious,” I say, scrunching up my nose. “It was toxic, a lot of sex, but not serious. He was far more into me than I was him. I was in a messed up place and he made me feel better, that’s about it.”
“He’s a bad boy, makes sense.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
He rolls his eyes. “You girls love the fuckin’ bad boys.”
“You’re right, we do.”
He smirks.
“Well, is that pizza ready because I’m starving, and I’m also super tired.”
He stands and goes into the kitchen, coming back a few minutes later with a freshly cooked pizza. He places it on the table, hands me a plate, and we dig in. After the first bite, I must say I’m impressed. “God damn, this is good,” I say when I’ve swallowed it.
“I do a good pizza,” he murmurs, leaning back, pizza in his hand.
We eat in silence and only then do I get up, wash up after myself, and then gather all my things. I need some rest—tomorrow is my day off and I want to catch up with Rhett, I also want to sleep in. Like, for half a day.
“Well, thanks for the invite, even if you did ruin my dress.”
We both look at my dress, which now has a very big rip in it where Remy got frustrated and tore it so he could get it off.
Very hot.
“Welcome,” he murmurs, putting his hand up on the door frame and watching me as I stand on his porch.
God damn.
Why does he have to look so good?
I want to kiss him, probably more than I’ve wanted to kiss anyone in my life.
I take the chance.
The risk.
I step forward, push up to my tiptoes, and I press my lips against his. He smells incredible, he feels incredible and my god, he tastes incredible. I curl my hand into his hair and I hold my mouth against his for a minute before stepping back.
He stares at me.
I stare at him.
“Night,” I murmur, and then I turn.
Well. Shit.
Look what I’ve gone and done.
I’ve cracked my own heart wide open.
11
“FOUND OUT SOMETHIN’ interesting about your girl,” Remy tells me on Monday when I arrive at the garage for work.
I haven’t heard from him since I kissed him the other night, which is telling me what I need to know, and it kind of hurts, if I’m being honest. But it’s probably for the best—I can’t afford to feel anything for anyone right now.
“Oh?” I say, placing my bag down.
“But you already knew that, didn’t you?”
I narrow my eyes. “Pardon me?”
“I got word the main suspect right now, is your father. Care to tell me why you failed to mention that?”