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)
“Goodie,” I mutter to the bitch of an officer. She rolls her eyes at me. I’d love to slap that smug look off her face, but I’m not stupid—so I rein in my anger. I get my paperwork as she escorts me to a small table by the entrance and that’s when I get the shock of my life.
Allen.
He’s a guy I met at a dive bar. He was throwing money around and he’s not bad on the eyes. He’d also been eye fucking me from across the room. The guy seemed like an easy mark. Unfortunately, he kind of sucked in bed. Still, I’ve brought him home a couple times. He’s paid for my tab at the bar each time. I kept hinting at shit I needed and complaining about BB railroading me and taking my child. I even brought out the heavy tears. Allen didn’t seem to really give a damn, so I walked away. I don’t have time to waste on someone who doesn’t give me what I need—or want. Especially, if they’re a lousy lay.
“Allen?” I question, confused as hell. I didn’t call him. Heck, I didn’t even think of him.
“Hey, Robby.”
I try not to cringe at his damn nickname. I don’t like it, but let him away with it because I thought he’d prove useful. Since he just got me out of jail, I’m going to tread carefully. I will admit that this guy is giving me some bad fucking vibes right now, though.
“How did you know I was here?” I ask.
“I was eating at the diner across the street. I saw them bring you in. I figured your ex was fucking with you again.”
I relax a little, walking into him and hugging him close. “Thank you so much. I was panicking, wondering how I could get out.” I allow a few tears to come to the surface. It’s not that hard. I’m so mad that tears can easily be channeled. His arms go around me, and I let my weight lean into him, pressing my lips against his throat. “You’re my guardian angel,” I purr.
“Hardly. I’m no angel, Robby,” he says with a smile that looks positively evil. “And you’re the last woman an angel would offer to help.”
I cock an eyebrow up at him. “Why, Allen!” I gasp. “Are you saying I’m wicked?”
“Right down to your dirty little core,” he says with a grin that doesn’t seem inviting as much as it comes off as calculating. Yeah, I definitely need to be careful with this guy. “Are you hungry?”
“Starved. My son called me and begged me to come and get him because his father has moved in with his latest whore. The woman is truly horrible. She physically hurts my poor boy. I went to get him, and BB refused to let me have him, despite my poor baby crying for me. When I told him I was going to file for full custody of Ty, that bitch shoved me, making me fall. Then, she called the police and said I attacked her!”
“Did you tell the cop what really happened?” he asks as we walk across the street.
“I did, but it didn’t matter. My ex is part of a motorcycle club. They own the damn police and judges in this town. That’s how I lost custody to begin with. I didn’t have the money to fight them. If I had it now, I’d take him back to court and expose him for the monster he is!”
“I could help you,” Allen offers, shocking me.
“Help me file for custody of my son?” I ask, shocked. Just the thought of making BB’s life a living hell has my body tingling.
“We both know the only reason you want custody of that mutt you gave birth to is to make your ex miserable. What if I could help you completely ruin his life in the process?”
I blink. It seems Allen is smarter than I gave him credit for. “And how would you do that?” I ask as we walk into the diner.
“By destroying his life piece by piece,” he laughs. I can’t help myself. I laugh with him. Something about Allen tells me that he can back up everything he’s promising me. I’m here for it. I’m finally going to get everything coming to me. BB and his family will pay me more money and if they’re lucky, I’ll call Allen off before they lose everything that matters to them.
Or at least I’ll pretend to …
Chapter 20
BB
“Yo, B. I need to see you for a minute.”
I frown when King walks over. I’m in the main room of the club. It’s kind of shit. Hell, the basement that Beau set up for the boys looks like a freaking palace compared to the club. Then, again, Beau has set about spoiling my boy. We’ve only lived there a week and every single day there’s something waiting for Ty. The first day she had framed his autographed Parker Huntington jersey and hung it over his bed. The second day she made chicken parmesan for dinner because she knew it was his favorite. I can’t complain because she made a chocolate dessert too, and although Ty liked it, that was for me. Day three through five included new bedding and paint for his walls. Beau—of course—helped him paint and is doing a custom mural on his wall of The Great American Ball Park—home of the Cincinnati Reds. This is Ty’s favorite team and in the middle of the field she’s sketching none other than Pete Rose. My son can’t wrap his head around how special it is and honestly neither can I.