Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Fuck that shit. She will be mine.
“Not on your life,” Beau laughs waving her hand as if to ward him off. “This is all you. I just prettied it up a bit,” she says refusing to join him. That’s a good thing. It might be the only thing that saves his damn life.
“What’s going on?” Slider asks.
Gordo opens the back of the trailer steps inside and then he’s rolling out a brand-new Yamaha Raptor 90. It’s a kid’s dream I’m sure—I know because I got Ty one a while back. What makes this one so nice is the custom paint job that I instantly know is Beau’s handiwork. It’s a blue metal flake, but there’s an airbrushed complicated design of a baseball and a trail of fire on the front fender. The back fender, however, has his nickname Slider written on it in the prettiest opal paint I’ve ever seen. It’s done with such care it looks like the name is bursting out of the fender and coming closer to you with each letter. It’s fucking gorgeous.
Slider is moving his hands over it, hugging his dad and looks blown away. He says something to Gordo. I don’t catch it. What does get my attention is the way he runs to Beau and hugs her, wrapping his arms around her tight. “I love it, Beau,” he breathes. I can’t see his face, but Beau is facing me and even from the distance between us, I can see her smile. I don’t know what she tells him, since everyone starts clamoring around them. It doesn’t matter. I saw the happiness that enveloped her features.
I’d already decided, but now? Now, I’m making myself a fucking vow. I will be the man in Beau’s life and somehow, I will get us to the point that I’m the reason she’s that happy every fucking day. Yes, I’m going to give my boy a woman in his life who will cherish his hugs like she clearly does Slider’s. That’s one reason, but it’s more than that. I want to be the man who gets her in every way imaginable.
Beau will belong to me—heart, mind, body and motherfucking soul.
Chapter 5
Beau
I thought the party had gone well. I mostly ignored Apex’s flirting. Slider was happy and I enjoyed it—even with Hunter being close by. I felt his eyes on me often. I spent my time doing my best to avoid looking at him and ignoring how having his gaze centered on me made me feel. Luckily, I was successful in my endeavor.
“We need to talk.”
I let out a slight scream, as I slam the door to my car. When I manage to get my heartbeat to slow down so I don’t stroke out, I look in my rearview mirror and give Hunter the stink eye. I have enough anger inside of me that I find myself hoping I can channel Medusa and turn him into stone just by looking back at him in the rearview mirror. Sadly, this doesn’t happen.
“How did you get in my car?” I grit out. My body vibrating with a mixture of anger, fear and yes, some excitement. Damn it.
“You left it unlocked. That’s not really safe, even in our small town, Harper.”
“Get out,” I order. Pissed at his gentle reminder. I don’t leave my doors unlocked—at least not normally. I know better than anyone how that can be bad—very bad. Still, I must have gotten distracted when the men came over. I look over toward the party to see whose attention I can get. At the moment, I really hate that my windows are all tinted dark. If my boys looked over and saw Hunter was in here, they’d rescue me. I really needed them to rescue me right now.
“We’re going to talk. It’s past time,” he announces.
“Where’s Ty?” I ask. “Shouldn’t you be paying attention to your son and not me?” I huff.
“Ty is with Gordo and Slider. He’s going home with him and I’m going to pick him up later.”
“You pawned off your son to—”
“I have been the sole parent to my son since I was seventeen. I’ve never pawned him off. Not once. I’ve had a lot of help raising him from my family, but make no mistake Harper, it has always been me and my son, and he has always come first,” Hunter bites out. It’d take a fool not to hear his anger and I’m not a fool—at least not this time.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that,” I respond, ashamed of my words. Even I know what a great father Hunter has been to his kid. Skull and Torch talk about it freely.
“You’re right. You shouldn’t have,” he answers, which kind of pisses me off even more than I already was. Before I can let loose of that anger, however, he speaks up again. “Although, I figure I deserve it because I was a dick to you.”