Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Literally, I was so fucking tired right now that I could sleep for a week, and I still wasn’t done for the night.
“Sure,” Gunner said. “It’s over there.”
I looked to where he was pointing and sure enough, it was rolled up against the house with weeds growing out of the middle of it.
She got to work spraying down the yard, and I watched in amazement as the white that I’d seen all over the yard started to grow.
And grow.
And grow.
“Wow.” I laughed. “That’s going to be fun.”
She shot me a narrow-eyed glare.
Goddamn, did she make me hot as hell.
“The birds will probably be all over it soon as the sun rises, but it makes a pretty picture for now,” she said as she put the hose back where she found it. “Thanks for the water.”
“No problem,” Gunner said as he swayed on his feet again.
The two ladies walked off, not bothering to look back.
“I like her,” Gunner said as he watched the women get into their car and drive off.
I winced at the decibel of the car’s exhaust.
“I thought you said that she didn’t get along with her sister?” Jasper asked, appearing as if out of thin air.
“She doesn’t,” I admitted. “You saw how they were fighting.”
“That’s normal, though,” Jasper, also known as Hush, pointed out. “I fight with my own sister like that.”
“I think it’s normal for everyone,” Gunner, a.k.a. Jinx, admitted. “You should see how my uncle’s kids fight. They’re fuckin’ crazy.”
Gunner got quiet after that, and I wondered if he was thinking about his own life, and whether his son would’ve been a little crazy right along with his cousins.
Gunner’s son, Jett, had died over a decade ago in a school shooting.
After that, Gunner had gone into the MLB—major league baseball—and played for quite a few high profile teams before he’d decided to quit.
He’d found a higher calling—helping schools around the area prepare in case of a school shooting—and had gotten really good at his job.
His company, Angel Security, went around to any schools that asked—and some that didn’t—and made it as safe as he could make it for the precious souls inside of those schools.
Jasper, a former police officer himself, had signed on to work with Gunner’s business about six months after he’d opened it.
Gunner had asked Jasper if he wanted to become a partial owner, but Jasper had declined.
Not that I blamed him.
Jasper was a little bit all over the place, but he was also a recluse, and barely spoke to anyone, let alone us.
Being a partial owner of Angel Security would require Jasper to step out of his comfort zone, and he didn’t do that for anyone but his sister.
The taillights of Searcy’s car disappeared before the god-awful sound of it did, and we waited another couple of beats for her to hit the stop sign that would lead out of the subdivision before we started to talk again.
“This is really gonna piss them off.” Gunner grinned, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “They…” The telltale sign of Searcy’s car backfiring caused him to halt halfway through his words before he picked back up again with, “Let’s go inside.”
I followed him in, taking one last look at the masterpiece of the yard that Calliope and Searcy had left behind before walking into Gunner’s sparsely furnished living room.
I took a seat on the well-worn sofa and stretched my feet out in front of me.
I allowed my head to fall back onto the couch, and I questioned my volunteering to go with Hush and Jinx tonight.
Official club business or not, I had to get up early as fuck tomorrow to deal with the farm, and the horses weren’t very accommodating when it came to waiting for their breakfast.
And by official club business, it was more make sure that the two dumbasses that I was with right now didn’t drink themselves to death.
Today was a bad day for Gunner.
Tomorrow would be worse.
Tomorrow was the anniversary of his child’s death.
Today through two days from now, Gunner would remain drunk off his ass so he could forget about anything and everything.
Jasper, on the other hand, didn’t tell us his reason for having the same issue with this day.
We’d only witnessed him go into a downward spiral right along with Gunner, and we’d learned to navigate around it so the two didn’t get into too much trouble.
The others would’ve volunteered, of course, but they were out on a planned run that would help another motorcycle club with a few of their issues.
Most of them wouldn’t get back before Monday the following week, meaning there were only a few of us that would be watching over Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb.
The familiar sound of a bike pulling up outside had me breathing out a sigh of relief.
Backup had arrived.
I got up and headed out, jerking my chin up at Cakes when he got off his bike.