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)
“Whatever are you talking about, daughter?” my father asked.
I gritted my teeth.
“What I’m talking about is that I was finally with someone, and happy. I was so happy, Dad. Then you had to ruin it because what? You don’t like him? You don’t like me happy? I seriously don’t know.”
“You were happy?” He laughed humorlessly. “You took my entire world away, Silver.”
I frowned. “What?”
“My wife!” he bellowed. “You took away my wife!”
I had no clue what he was talking about. “Dad, I didn’t take anyone away.”
I wasn’t ready for the explosion that followed that statement.
One second I was standing on my own two feet, staring at my dad.
Then I was on the ground, and my face was exploding in pain.
I was confused.
I was stunned.
And…my god. My dad had just punched me in the face.
I was dizzy, and I couldn’t comprehend what had just happened.
I was lying on my back on the floor, my hand up to my face, and I was staring at the ceiling.
My left eye was blurred.
I couldn’t see out of it clearly.
My dad came to stand over me, and he was wearing that disgusted look that always made my insides crawl.
My dad had never been a physically violent man, but I could always tell that he’d had the capacity.
Whenever I saw this particular look, I knew not to push him.
But despite me not pushing him, he kicked me anyway.
I doubled over as the breath that I’d managed to barely catch wheezed out of my lungs.
“You took my Trini away,” he hissed. “You and that piece of filth sister of yours. I can’t do anything the easy way anymore, and that’s on you. But I’ll make you pay. I’ll make it my life’s mission to make sure that you’re not happy if I’m not happy.”
Then he was gone, leaving my door wide-ass open as he did.
My vision was blurry, but I still saw the drop of blood that landed on the white paper towel note, and thought it was fitting.
This day couldn’t have gone any worse…or so I thought.
That’s when Cadence Moran came inside my wide-open door and smiled.
Seventeen
Of course I speak my mind. My head would explode if I kept all this bullshit to myself.
—Webber’s secret thoughts
WEBBER
My wrench slipped off the bolt for the fourth time, and I had to stop myself from throwing the goddamn thing across the room.
Angry.
I was so. Fucking. Angry.
Moreso, I was angry at myself and second-guessing every single decision I’d made in the last forty-eight hours.
My hand literally itched to pick up my phone and call her.
It’d been bad before, but now that I’d officially hurt her and made it to where she probably would never look at me again, I’d been slowly coming to a dawning realization that I’d made a split second, rash decision that would come back to haunt me.
“You need some help over there?”
I looked up at my shop hand, Denny, and shook my head. “No. Go take a lunch.”
And stop fucking looking at me and expecting me to have something for you to do.
The kid was a good kid and all, but he had to be led around by the hand.
I didn’t want to have to tell him to put kitty litter on the fuckin’ oil splatter on the floor. I didn’t want to have to tell him that I needed him to pick up the trash that littered the floor. I didn’t want to have to tell him that the goddamn tools needed cleaned off before they were put back into the toolbox. And I certainly didn’t want to have to tell him, for the umpteenth time, that I didn’t want him goddamn putting the tools away that I was actively using.
“Oh, okay,” Denny said. “Would you like me to bring you anything back?”
A fifth of vodka… “No, thanks.”
A text came through on my phone.
Then a phone call.
And another text.
I ignored them all, not in any mood to hold any of my club’s hands, either.
I just wanted to be left the fuck al…
“Piers!”
I looked up from the car I was bent over, my stomach in knots and my head really fucked up, to find my mom wiggling the phone.
Fuckin’ a, man.
“It’s for you,” she sounded concerned, which instantly had my irritation melting away. “It sounds really important.”
I frowned and walked toward her, placing the phone to my ear.
“Piers,” I murmured into the phone.
“Uh, Mr. Webb, this is Dru, Silver’s neighbor.”
My stomach jolted.
Why was her neighbor calling me?
I frowned. “Dru, what’s up?”
For some reason, I couldn’t place the face, but I remembered the name. She was a nurse who worked with Chevy and Aella.
“I was coming home from work, and I was walking past Silver’s apartment door when I saw the door open. Curiosity got the best of me and I looked inside and found Silver on the floor with a woman with red hair standing over her…” She sounded hesitant to say the next part. “Beating her with a chair leg.”