Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Fifteen
I don’t even care about my foot hanging off the end of the bed anymore. Come get me, demons. Take me home.
—Boone’s secret thoughts
Boone
I hit send on the text to Denver and my dad, then switched apps.
The shower was still going, so I left her in there, snatched a towel off the rack, then dialed the non-emergency line.
That being Gentry’s personal line.
I’d have called Black, but he was less than happy lately, and I’d rather avoid his angry ass if I could.
Gentry answered in a couple of rings, sounding mildly out of breath.
“What’s up, man?” Gentry asked.
“What are you doing?” I wondered.
He sounded like he was in a tunnel.
“Running.”
“You mind heading over here when you get a chance?”
“I’m probably eight miles away from my truck, and there isn’t any way that I can get there fast enough. You’ll have to call Black if it’s important.”
“Shit,” I groaned.
“What’s up?”
I explained what was happening.
Gentry and Black, along with all of the club members, were very aware of the shit show that was my mother. They knew about Kurt Pruitt, as well as Ida Bell and Felicia now.
Koen had reamed me out for not trusting him, and I’d decided it would be better to go ahead and get everyone in on my life woes, so no other surprises popped up. That, and they could help me bury them if they happened to find something I could use.
I explained what was going on, and Gentry sighed. “You’re gonna have to call Black. You’ll want to get her trespassed.”
“Good idea,” I sighed. “He in a good mood today?”
Gentry snorted. “Why do you think I decided to get a long run in on a Tuesday?”
Fuck.
“Thanks, man,” I said.
“I’ll come out after I’m done if you’re still there.”
I hung up and called Black, who wasted no time in saying he’d be here shortly.
After hanging up, I got dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, pulled on some socks, then slipped on the Hey Dude house shoes that Nettie had insisted I buy.
They were insanely comfortable, even if they were ugly as fuck.
Plus, they kept my feet warm.
“I’ll be outside waiting for Black,” I called.
She drew a heart in the condensation on the glass. Then followed it up with a penis that was bigger than anything I’d ever seen before.
I snorted just as she wiped off the condensation on the glass and stared at me through the clear space she’d created.
“That was the best sex we’ve ever had, Bart.”
I flashed her a grin.
She was right.
It was.
And we’d had some really good sex in our time.
“Gotta be the knowledge that you’re carrying my baby and going to be mine.” I paused. “Maybe we can get married before you have her so she can carry my name.”
“What if I wanted you to carry my name?” she asked.
My brows rose. “Maybe your next husband can take your name. This time, you can take mine.”
She drew a middle finger in the condensation next.
I winked at her before going to the main room and starting a pot of coffee.
The door knocking started up again, but since I hadn’t gotten a notification from Black, I let the knocking go until my phone pinged five minutes later.
There was a commotion on the porch and then I heard my mother yell, “This is my son’s house!”
“Your son doesn’t want you here, ma’am,” Black replied.
I pulled up the camera app that I’d put on mute earlier while working and watched the show.
“He does, too!” my mother insisted, shaking her head and all but stomping her high heel.
“He doesn’t,” Black disagreed. “He called me and asked me to have you escorted off the property.”
He walked her down to her car and then formally trespassed her so that the next time that she entered the property, she would be taken to jail.
I knew exactly what she would do, too.
The moment Black disappeared down the road, she’d turn around and come right back.
She wouldn’t be able to help herself.
Which was where the plan that Nettie devised came into effect.
Black had probably already gotten a ton of messages from Nettie.
The way he kept glancing at his watch let me know that that was, indeed, true.
He drove off only after my mother left, which was when Nettie came out of the back room wearing nothing but one of my henleys.
“She gone?” Nettie asked.
She had a pair of panties on and a bra.
I could see that as she got closer.
Which was a bummer.
But seeing as Black was about to see her, I was glad that she’d gotten as dressed as she could.
She had to look comfortable for my mother’s rage to boil over.
She had to appear like she belonged here—which she did.
But my mother would think differently.
Plus, she would hate seeing us ‘living in sin.’
That was a huge issue with her when she found out we were moving in together at seventeen and sixteen.