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)
Devney’s hand came down on Webber’s trap, and I wanted to cut it off with my butter knife.
I turned and said, “’Scuse me, darlin’.”
Though I didn’t quite see who was moving out of my way so I could leave, mostly because my eyes may be working to guide me out, but my mind was solely focused on the man behind me.
And the woman that fucking sucked.
“I’ll walk you out.”
I smiled up at Gunner. “Thanks, I wouldn’t put it past Moran to corner me again.”
“I know,” he said as he guided me through the throng of tables between our table and the door.
“Hey, Jinx!” the greeter at the front of the restaurant cooed as we got to the front.
“Marcy,” Gunner said.
Gunner’s club name was Jinx, though I’d never taken to calling him that for some reason.
The same went for Jasper, who was known as ‘Hush’ in the club.
Gunner got the door and held it open for me, then stayed at my back as I walked us to my car.
He came to a stop next to the front end before taking a long look around the parking lot.
“Thanks for the walk.” I smiled as I dropped into the car. “You’re the best.”
Gunner’s lip twitched, though the smile didn’t echo in his eyes.
That was the thing about Gunner.
He always appeared happy, but he was anything but.
“Have a good day at work,” he offered before I shut my door.
I gave him a small wave as I started the car then backed out and headed to work.
I was officially unsurprised when I got to my work and found Moran leaning against the pillar that blocked the peons from the doctors’ parking lot.
The one good thing that I could say about her being here was that she wasn’t harassing the club anymore.
They seriously deserved a break from her and her brother.
They’d gone through a lot in the last month based solely on her brother’s bullshit.
Hell, my own sister had called me crying twice because child protective services had shown up at her house multiple times unannounced.
Needless to say, I couldn’t give less of a fuck that her brother wasn’t around.
I didn’t care what happened to him, as long as I didn’t get any more nine in the morning phone calls with my sister crying so hard she couldn’t breathe.
“Ahh, Cadence Moran,” I said. “How surprising to see you here.”
“I know that your boyfriend killed my brother.”
I shook my head. “One, I don’t have a boyfriend. Two, I don’t know which person you’re referring to. Three, I don’t know what happened to your stupid brother.”
Though, I had an idea who she was referring to as my boyfriend.
If only my world could be so perfect…
“Piers Webb,” she said. “The millionaire that owns five different shops in the Dallas-Fort Worth area and is the president of a one percenter club that’s on the radar of every single alphabet agent in the country.”
Huh, that was news to me.
“Well, hate to break it to you, but Webber’s very much taken. And though I’d love to be able to go there with him, Webber and I don’t see eye to eye because he doesn’t like my dad. I don’t know what happened to your brother, but he probably ran off because he was terrorizing the Truth Tellers with his false allegations and outright lies,” I pointed out. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get to work.”
She didn’t step aside, but I didn’t need her to.
I walked around her, not bothering to give her a wide berth, and snarled when she reached out for me.
I batted her hand away and swung her body away from me when she went to reach for my hair.
“Do. Not. Touch. Me,” I snapped as I pushed her fully away.
She narrowed her eyes at me as I continued walking past, but I could see the fire blazing in her gaze.
She hadn’t expected me to know how to defend myself.
The thing was, I’d been taking Jiu Jitsu since I was eighteen.
Though I hadn’t been able to afford classes when I wanted to take them at a young age, I’d snagged a boyfriend that was a coach when I was eighteen, and he’d allowed me to come to his classes for free until we broke up.
After we broke up, I found a new Jiu Jitsu gym to go to and scraped some pennies together to get enough money to cover class each month.
Now, it was my regular routine, Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and some Saturdays.
I more than knew how to defend myself.
But I needed to get to work, and I didn’t think my job would think highly of me beating the shit out of a woman in their parking lot.
“Leave me alone, Cadence,” I said to Moran. “Even better, go home. Live your life.”
I turned my back on her and smiled at Chevy who got out of his car. “Thought you had the night off?”