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)
News reporters—all having cameras out and microphones at the ready. My lawyer, as well as my lawyer’s father, angry as fuck and ready for battle.
And then there was my club.
Four of them filled what was left of the small lobby, and I could see even more out on the street beyond the lobby.
The only one missing was Chevy, and he was likely stuck at work in a surgery.
Reporters started screaming their questions, but it was Malone, my lawyer, who made her way up to me and said, “Let’s talk.”
I followed her outside, slapped a few of the backs of my club members as we passed, and headed for her expensive as fuck brand new Range Rover.
I got into the passenger seat, she got into the driver’s seat, and she started the car up.
She waited until the air was blowing really hard and cool before she said, “Tell me everything that happened.”
I did, minus the fact that I’d actually killed the guy’s kid.
She probably didn’t need to know that part.
She eyed me up and down when she was finished, then said, “I know you’re fine, and you probably don’t want to do it, but we need to go to the emergency room and file a report. It’s probably best to get this on record. Get your injuries recorded and make sure that we have all this documented. Do you want to pursue a case?”
“I want that guy fired, and him to never work as a law enforcement professional ever again,” I said.
“That, I can make happen,” she said. “Let’s get this all documented. Ride with me to the hospital and tell me everything that you can think of, starting with the daughter of Agent Moran.”
I did, but only after I told the Truth Tellers that I was fine and heading to the hospital so I could sue the motherfucker for all he was worth.
The Truth Tellers could use a good party with the proceeds…
It wasn’t until hours later that I realized that in all the excitement, I’d left Silver hanging.
I’d never sent her my address.
Never gone back to her place to explain. Didn’t call or text.
Never even thought about her until the next morning.
Which was seriously fucking stupid.
Maybe if I’d thought about her at all, had gone over there, the next few days wouldn’t have happened the way they did.
I wouldn’t have ruined a good thing.
And Silver wouldn’t have paid for my mistakes.
Fourteen
How am I supposed to lose weight
when the best part of life is about food?
—Silver to Webber
SILVER
He never called, texted, or showed up at my place.
Needless to say, I didn’t know what to think.
What I didn’t do was text him, because I didn’t want to seem like one of those desperate girls that needed attention.
Instead, I went to work when they called and asked if I wanted to cover the shift of a few of the other day shift workers that had called in sick due to food poisoning from an office-wide party they’d had the day before.
That was seriously why I didn’t eat potlucks.
You couldn’t trust everyone’s kitchen.
Nor could you trust them to handle food properly.
I hadn’t eaten the food that’d been there for those reasons, plus the fact that it’d been sitting out all day.
And instead of taking my phone with me to work so I could check it every ten minutes to see if he called, I left it at home, sitting on my counter.
I walked to work today because it was beautiful out and I got to work within fifteen minutes.
I found that, despite my utterly depressed state, I was happier by the time I made it to the basement floor where IT was located.
I smiled and waved at everyone I passed, getting a bunch of chin lifts and small smiles in return.
I probably tried a little bit too hard to appear happy and light as I made my way into the depths of the hospital.
I always put on a smile, no matter how I was feeling, and got the reputation for having a sunny personality.
In reality, I only smiled because sometimes it was that or cry.
I didn’t want anyone to know that sometimes I felt like I got the short end of the stick. I didn’t like people to know that my life wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine. I didn’t want anyone to know that I questioned my life choices so much, and that I was constantly questioning whether I would ever make it to a point in my life where I was happy.
Happy was an illusion.
It likely always would be.
“Silver, thank God you’re here,” the head IT guy gasped when he saw me walk through the door. “We have a virus, and half of the hospital can’t use any of their computers.”
Fuck.
“What do you need me to do?” I asked.
For six and a half hours, we worked endlessly to remove the malware from computers all over the hospital.