Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Sometimes we talked over our morning showers about our day, and others we met up at the diner for a quick recap of our days.
She was my best friend, my ride or die.
I was always up to date with everything that was happening in her life.
Especially when CPS—child protective services—had been called on her for neglectful parenting by Officer Moran’s bother who was butt hurt that he hadn’t made it into the Truth Tellers MC.
Anyway, the CPS thing had been a big deal for all the parents in the club.
Chevy and Aella. Cutter and Milena. And although they weren’t in the club, Dima and Keely.
Hell, Otto Moran had even called CPS and reported Webber’s daughter, Eedie.
Luckily, Eedie had been seventeen and fully capable of telling the world that she was most certainly not abused by her father.
The pattern had been spotted by the caseworkers at CPS, and all other calls had been immediately written off.
Moran—there was really no reason to call her “officer” anymore because I was going to make sure she lost her job—puffed up her chest and started to posture up to a seething Chevy when Webber came up to Chevy’s side.
He must’ve said something to Chevy because he relaxed slightly and turned to me.
I got out and let him see his child. “He’s perfectly fine. I had him in the car before she started doing anything.”
He swallowed hard and moved into the open door, peering into the car seat to stare at his son.
His son smiled and dropped his paci out of his mouth.
It was the cutest gummy smile I’d ever seen.
“Hey, there,” Chevy said. “You okay, bud?”
I left them to it, going up to Webber’s side.
Webber caught me by the hip, his arm across my body, and pushed me behind him.
Instead of letting me go, though, he pulled me in close until my body was pressed up against his back.
Likely, he did this because he wanted to make sure that he knew where I was so I didn’t go and punch her in the face again.
Now that she didn’t have her face pressed up against the window, I could see the blood on the window hadn’t all been from Moran’s hand but also from her lips.
She had blood bubbling at the side as she bellowed, “You can’t hit a police officer!”
“Ma’am,” an officer said from the side. “Please step back and explain to me in detail what happened.”
I looked at his breast pocket, right above his badge, and saw the officer’s name was “ASSMAN.”
Nice.
“I was questioning her childcare tactics when she whirled around and punched me,” Officer Moran said. “I was fearing for the child’s life.”
I snorted. “I was fearing for my nephew’s life. That’s why I punched you in the face and knocked you on your ass.”
“Oh, is that right?” she sneered.
“I have cameras!” Dorothy called out. “And you can see everything!”
Five
Hey, quick question. Are you fucking kidding me?
—Text from Silver to Webber
WEBBER
Anger slithered in my belly like a snake ready to strike.
I wanted to fucking kill the bitch just like I did her brother.
The apple sure didn’t fall far from the tree, that was for certain.
“Perfect,” Assman said. “Why don’t we all calm down, separate, and we’ll figure out the rest from here.”
I kept my hand on Silver’s hip and leaned into her, forcing her back.
I backed up until Chevy’s over-the-top Escalade was behind us and I was in front of her.
Officer Moran’s eyes narrowed on the officer. “I don’t think you quite understand what and who I am. I’m an officer for Kilgore Police Department.”
I felt movement behind me, and Silver pulled her phone out of her pocket.
She slipped out from behind me and walked a few paces away before placing her phone to her ear.
I could hear her talking, but my focus was on Moran and what she was going to do.
Silver’s hushed conversation could barely be heard, but when the excitement sparked in her voice, I backed up slightly so I could hear what she was saying.
“…is she now. Well, I can tell you exactly where she is,” Silver was saying. “Yes, yes. Right. Thanks, Chief Roberts. I hope to hear from you soon.”
She moved until she was back between me, Chevy and the open door.
There wasn’t much space to be had, but she was a small slip of a woman and could fit easily.
“He okay?” Silver asked. “Aella’s freaking out.”
“He’s fine,” Chevy said. “And I know. I FaceTimed her so she could see him. She’s going to bed now.”
“Good,” Silver said. “She needs some sleep.”
“Yeah, she does.” Chevy sighed. “Kid’s teething, I think.”
“Ahh,” I said. “That’s fun.”
I remembered when Eedie was teething.
Elizabeth hated it because her sleep was disturbed, and I lived off of four hours of sleep a day for months until she finally had all of them in.
It was a nightmare.