Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Gash shook his head, and Hardy climbed onto his bike. Within minutes they were on the road. Hardy had sent Rose a quick text to let her know he was out on a ride with Gash, and he might not be back.
He hated leaving her behind, but there wasn’t anything he could do. With her pregnant could she even ride on the back of his bike? Fuck, it was something he’d have to ask the doctor about. He hated this, and yet loved it. The baby she carried gave him another chance. It gave them both a chance.
Got to keep her.
I can’t be without her.
I love her with all of my fucking heart and soul.
I’m nothing without her.
He’d had a rude awakening when Rose walked out and an even bigger one when he was served with divorce papers. When Tiny told him he was to back off, and it was the club rule, it had felt like someone had torn his heart out, and smashed it into the ground, constantly stamping on it.
Every time Rose pulled away from him was another pounding his heart took. Whenever she turned him away, forced him to leave her alone, he’d been tearing apart inside. He’d been angry at himself. If only he’d not gone to that fucking party all of those years ago, and made her talk to him, they wouldn’t be in this situation.
I was scared.
He let the fear of losing her keep him from making Rose talk to him. It was his first, and biggest mistake, and one he was never going to repeat again.
The road opened up, and Hardy kept in line with Gash. He was between Gash and Steven, but his thoughts were all on his woman and their unborn child. What more could he do to help him show Rose that he was going to stick around, that he wasn’t going to fuck up again? He’d not looked at another woman, and he didn’t want to.
Hardy had almost lost Rose once. He wasn’t stupid enough to risk it a second time. He frowned as Gash came to a stop outside of a rundown apartment building. Coming to a stop, Hardy looked at the building.
“What’s going on, Gash?” he asked.
“This is where my life went to shit.” Gash climbed off his bike, and Hardy noticed a couple of kids staring at them. They were scrawny with clothes that were either too big or too small.
He and Steven followed Gash within the apartment building.
“How did this make your life go to shit?”
“This is where that bitch’s boyfriend was found. It was a much better building back then. None of this crap was lying around, and there weren’t kids hanging around. It was different.”
They entered the apartment building, and the stench of mold and decay was strong. Wrinkling his nose, Hardy followed his brother with Steven by his side. He was sure he saw human shit along the walls.
“Fuck, I’m going to need to go through a fucking sanitizer,” Steven said. “This is fucking disgusting.”
Gash didn’t stop. There was something off about him, and Hardy didn’t want to be the cause for him to explode.
They walked up four flights of stairs, and Hardy would be forever sickened by the sight of the building. It was silent, and the whole building echoed even though there were people living there.
Gash kicked open a door and entered an apartment four doors down. Hardy and Steven entered the apartment, and there was nothing special. There was a ratty old sofa, and what surprised him more was the bloodstain on the carpet. This was once a crime scene, and now it was abandoned.
A couple of pictures had been left on the mantel piece, and Hardy didn’t recognize any of the faces.
“This was the place,” Gash said.
“This was the place what?” Steven asked, turning around.
“I fucked a woman, and later got accused of raping her, and killing her boyfriend.” Gash smiled viciously. “It’s not much is it? A piece of shit apartment, and not even in a good area. No one would give a shit about what is going on, or what the hell was happening here.” Gash kicked a few things around, coming back into the sitting room. He grabbed one of the pictures off the shelf, and paused. Hardy watched him stare down at the picture, frozen in place.
“What’s going on?” Hardy asked.
Moving toward him, he looked down at the photo and saw two women. One was blonde, and even from the picture he saw that she was teasing the photographer, lifting up her shirt, showing off her chest.
The other woman, a brunette, stood away from the blonde. She smiled in the picture, but it didn’t reach her eyes. There was something not quite right about the picture.
Gash turned the frame over, opening the links, and pulling out the photo. “We’re going.”