Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“I see the cake there,” a man replied. “That’s awfully sweet of you. My mom would’ve never surprised me with birthday dinner.”
“I just love my kids,” Trini lied.
That fuckin’ bitch.
“I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you’ll be needing anything else,” the man returned.
“Oh, I will,” Trini replied, sounding so sickly sweet that even my teeth hurt.
Though, that might be the flu currently ravaging my body.
Either way, I waited until I heard the door close before I got up out of bed and grabbed my Glock before rounding the corner of the bed and aiming for the living room.
“Stupid fuckin’ bitch,” Trini snarled the moment the door closed. “You’re so fuckin’ easy it’s unreal.”
She walked to the cake that I’d bought for Aella a few days ago and reached down to dig her finger through the icing, but I stopped her before the disgusting digit could touch my girl’s cake.
“Stop,” I said carefully, the lethargy in my arms making it extremely hard to hold up the gun in my hand.
Trini whirled around, the cake lid dropping down over the cake as she did and stared in shock.
“Didn’t expect anyone to be here?” I chuckled. “Your bad.”
“I…” She trailed off when I gestured for her to take a seat at the kitchen table with the gun.
She sat heavily, her eyes wide, and stared at me in shock.
I could practically see her wheels turning.
She was going to try to get away, but I wouldn’t be letting her this time.
I walked up behind her and placed my gun to her head.
“I should shoot you,” I said, sounding just as unfeeling as I’d meant to. “Take you out of your daughters’ lives so you don’t ruin them anymore than you already have.”
There was a long moment of silence and then, “I haven’t done shit.”
“You have,” I disagreed as I caught the string of the apron that was hanging beside the kitchen sink on the wall. “But I’m not going to sit here and argue with you.”
I quickly tied her wrists behind her to the chair, making sure to make it tight so there was no way she would get out.
Then I shoved the gun into my waistband and headed back to the bedroom where my phone was charging next to Aella’s bed.
The person I’d called answered within two rings.
“Hey, Chevy. Heard you weren’t feeling well. What’s up?” Cakes asked.
“Cakes,” I drawled. “I have something you might want to come take a look at. Use my location.”
There was a long pause and then he hissed in a breath. “It’s Aella’s place.”
Over the last week that I’d started to get to know Aella, I’d had a long talk with Cakes, and he knew as well as I did that it was possible that Aella was his daughter. One that his wife had hidden from him.
Though, if I was a betting man, Trini had just as much of a part in hiding Aella’s existence from him as his ex-wife had.
I sat there and waited, slowly polishing off a bottle of water as I did, watching her squirm as she slowly came to the realization that she was well and truly fucked.
The knock came at the door, and I moved to it, making sure to keep Trini in my line of sight as I did.
She froze when Cakes walked through the door.
“Surprise, shorty!” I joked.
Goddamn, I couldn’t get those video sayings out of my head sometimes.
Cakes came in, but he didn’t shut the door.
When I looked behind him, I understood why.
Jasper, a.k.a. “Hush,” was the newest member of our MC.
He’d come from a couple of places, but the most recent place was New Orleans, Louisiana where he’d decided that being a cop wasn’t for him any longer.
The man was scarred as hell from a fire he’d been in years ago, and when we first met him, he’d confronted us for staring.
At first, we hadn’t trusted him all that much, but over time, he’d grown on us. He’d started out just being friends with Webber, having met when Jasper had applied to work for Webber at his automotive repair shop, Webb’s.
For the longest time, we’d been wary of Jasper because he didn’t say anything.
Like, not a fuckin’ thing.
That’s how he got his nickname, Hush.
But over time, as Jasper got to know the Truth Tellers, he’d started to open up.
Not a lot.
But enough that we began to trust him, despite his previous occupation as a police officer.
Now, it was like he’d always been there.
He worked with one of our other newest members with the club, Gunner ‘Jinx’ Penn at Gunner’s business, Angel Security. Though, he still helped out at Webber’s place when Webber needed the help.
I was surprised to find him with Cakes, though.
Hush tended to avoid One Love, Dallas.
I wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t want anything to do with the charity.