Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
The twins had a shitload of issues when they were first adopted. Chaos was still a bit fucked in the head, which was why his road name was fitting, but his sister seemed to be a lot better.
She still had her moments, but didn’t they all?
Zeke was far from fucking perfect, unlike his golden boy, baby brother Zane.
The twinkle in his parents’ eyes.
Zeke was more like pepper spray in their eyes.
He passed more food trucks and trailers. More rides and games for the kiddies.
Next to a tent holding a silent auction and a raffle was a live auction with some guy shouting numbers so fast that Zeke couldn’t make out what the fuck the auctioneer was actually saying.
But one thing was for fucking sure: Dakota and Taylor had gone all out on this event. It might be their best fundraiser yet. No wonder the crowds were thick. He had no doubt that their fathers, former Shadows, were lurking in those crowds somewhere keeping an eye on things.
They might be way past their prime, but that whole six-man team was still scary motherfuckers. He couldn’t imagine Vi’s current crew was even half as good.
Vi might not be a member of the Dirty Angels, but since she was born and bred DAMC, she was still considered club property. Her security and black op business certainly helped fatten the club coffers. Of course, it also fattened Vi’s wallet because the jobs her Shadows handled cost their clients a fuckload.
For good reason. They took jobs that were questionable or no one else wanted.
Working his way through the throngs of people, Zeke finally saw the signs pointing to the beer garden.
As he headed that way, he stopped when he saw a ghost.
Or more like the person who ghosted him.
Was that…?
No fuckin’ way.
Was she back?
“Kyra!”
The very familiar blonde continued to head in the opposite direction. She must not have heard him.
He curved his hands around his mouth and shouted, “Kyra!”
When she didn’t stop, he started walking again, this time faster, while continuing to shout her name, turning everyone’s head but hers. The damn crowds were so damn thick and loud, it could be that his shouts were getting lost.
He picked up his pace to a light jog, which sucked. First, he hated to run for any reason other than escaping the fucking pigs. Second, he wore heavy biker boots.
Why the fuck did she have a kid with her? Was it her nephew? Was she babysitting? Did she become a nanny?
Last time he saw her, she had a decent job. Did she give it up when she disappeared?
He had too many questions and no goddamn answers.
But he was determined to get them, so he continued to chase after her.
“Kyra!” For fuck’s sake, he could hardly get that one out because he was getting winded. He should’ve done more cardio while at Fayette instead of just lifting weights.
Next time.
No, fuck that. There wasn’t going to be next time.
“Goddamn it, Kyra!”
That got a few glares directed his way, along with one mother covering her child’s ears.
If she didn’t stop, he was soon going to collapse. But he was gaining on her, despite him having to dodge and weave the people blocking his way.
When the fuck had he ever chased goddamn pussy?
Never.
He shouldn’t be chasing it now, either.
This was the last damn time he was calling out, then he was giving up, getting a well-needed beer, lighting a fucking joint, and smoking it until he forgot she ever existed.
“Kyra!”
With a quick glance over her shoulder, she spotted him.
He knew because her eyes went wide and she began to speed walk, practically dragging the little boy along with her.
“You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me!” he screamed at the sky.
Suddenly, she turned left between two carnival game trailers. He might be able to cut her off. He ducked between the trailers and came out into another row and stopped dead.
She couldn’t pretend she didn’t see him since they were now standing face-to-face. But holy shit, he hadn’t seen her in too fucking long.
He took two deep breaths to control his breathing and let his gaze rake over her.
She had filled out. Her hips were now wider, her tits even bigger.
She looked damn good; even better than the last time.
A few years ago, her straight blonde hair fell halfway down her back, now it was just past her shoulders. She must have been spending some time in the sun since the smattering of freckles over her nose were more noticeable than the last time he saw her, the day she left.
“Leave me alone, Zeke.”
“For fuck’s sake, Kyra. Just gimme a minute of your time.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause you owe me that.”
Her blue eyes narrowed. “I don’t owe you anything. If anything, you owe me an apology and to respect my wishes.”
“You disappeared.”
“Zeke, now is not the time.”