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)
Goddamn!
“Stay the fuck away from my sister.” Without taking eyes off Zeke, Rob called over his shoulder. “Call the cops, Ky.”
Kyra rushed over. “I’m not calling the cops! They’ll arrest you for assault, you idiot!”
“Hit me,” Rob taunted, spreading his feet and holding up his fists. “Hit me, you fucking piece of shit.”
Zeke was itching to oblige, but he was doing his best to keep his rage under control. Normally, he wouldn’t hesitate to jump on a challenge like that.
He reminded himself that he was supposed to be working on being a better person. And a better person didn’t beat the shit out of his woman’s brother. Especially when she was standing right fucking there.
If it had been anyone other than Ky’s brother putting his hands on him, though…
All fucking bets would be off. That motherfucker would regret laying down his custom ride and Zeke would be taking another state-sanctioned vacation.
Instead, Zeke used his hand to shift his jaw around, making sure it wasn’t dislocated.
Good thing the man had never been in the joint to learn how to actually punch in what was a live-or-die type of fighting. “Cheap motherfuckin’ shot.”
Rob waggled his fingers at him. “I’m giving you permission to swing at me.”
Zeke widened his stance and his fingers curled into his palms.
“No, Rob! Go in the house! I’ll handle this.”
“C’mon, you cheating asshole. You think you’re so tough when you got an army of bikers at your back, but by yourself, you’re just chicken shit.”
Zeke filled his lungs and held it until it burned.
Don’t take the fuckin’ bait. As much as you fuckin’ want to. Don’t fuckin’ do it. “Don’t give a shit what you thinka me.”
“Rob! Go check on Ledger. Please.” She even stomped her foot for emphasis. When her brother didn’t move—and continued to stare down Zeke—Kyra shoved him toward the house and pointed. “Go inside. This is not your fight, Rob. It’s mine.”
“You’re my sister.”
“And your sister is asking you to stand down!” she yelled right in his face.
Rob’s chest expanded slowly, then just as slowly contracted. “I’m going to watch from the window. He steps out of line…” He let that warning hang.
With a growl and a shake of his head, Rob finally turned and took choppy strides back to the middle-class, boring-as-fuck, two-story house.
Zeke flicked a two-finger salute at his retreating ass, then turned to face Kyra. Before he could say a damn word, she said, “That must’ve been a quickie with Bubbles.”
“Didn’t do shit with her.” He hauled his heavy-as-fuck sled back up onto its wheels, rolled it from the middle of the street to the curb, and inspected the damage.
One of his matte-black exhaust pipes would need to be replaced and some minor scratches on his custom-painted gas tank would need to be fixed, but at least he didn’t see any major damage.
Still…he should’ve punched that asshole solely on principle.
“Bet you have plenty of times before, though.”
Kyra had never been jealous. At least, not until that fateful fucking night that messed everything up between them.
With a shake of his head, he said, “Sounds like you don’t want me but don’t want anyone else to have me, either.”
With a sharp intake of breath, she suddenly stood nose-to-nose with him. Her eyes were sharp and her expression even sharper as she spit out, “You can fuck whomever you want, Zeke. I…don’t…fucking…care!”
He pressed his lips together and dug deep to keep his temper in check. “Apparently you do, babe.”
That truth must have hit hard because with the blood drained from her face, she stepped back and threw up her hands. “I figured you’d want to do better, Zeke. For Ledger. For yourself. I don’t think you’ll ever change.”
Fuck. That last part was dripping with disappointment. And that got him in the chest more than her being pissed off.
“That’s bullshit. Wanna be here for you. Wanna be here for Ledger. You want me to get rid of Bunny, gonna get rid of Bunny. Just say the goddamn word. She ain’t important to me. You and my boy are.”
Zeke wondered if his words had even sunk in when Kyra slapped a hand to her forehead and squeezed her eyes shut. “You’re right about it not being Bunny’s fault.” Her blue eyes flashed open and pinned him in place. “It was all you. She didn’t force you. You could’ve said no when she approached you. You could’ve said no when she unfastened your fucking jeans. You could’ve said no before she dropped to her knees. Hell, you could’ve said no before she put your cock in her mouth. You knew what the hell you were doing and did it anyway.”
“Ain’t gonna keep rehashin’ this shit, woman. We both fucked up. Me with Bunny. You with Ledger. Thinkin’ we’re pretty fuckin’ even.”
“Even?” she yelled at first, then shrieked, “Even?”