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)
I hated that I disturbed him, though.
I hated even more that we never got to his side of the explanation.
I curled into a ball on my unabused side and closed my eyes.
The bed shifted again, and Webber said, “Here.”
I took it, and only when Webber was back in the bed beside me did I say, “What happened that night, Webber?”
He cleared his throat, then explained what had happened.
He then told me about what my dad had said, and how he’d reacted.
He then started to apologize, and that’s when I realized that he blamed himself.
“You need to tell me what happened to Moran’s brother,” I murmured quietly. “Was that his body in the car we dropped off that night?”
Silence.
“Just tell me this,” I said quietly. “Will he ever bother my sister again? Because if he’s out there, we need to figure out a way to make it to where he doesn’t touch them again. My sister’s gone through enough in her life. She doesn’t need to add bogus CPS calls, and threats of taking her child away to her issues.”
Webber was still silent.
I felt around the bed until I encountered his large body and grabbed his hand, tugging on it lightly.
He moved closer.
When he was a breath away from me, I said, “I won’t ever judge you, Piers. I don’t care that you took him out, because it was more than apparent that he was gearing up to continue his reign of terror campaign on your club. Good leaders take care of threats. I just want to make sure I don’t begin a relationship with a man that’ll be heading to prison soon. Just don’t be sloppy, and make sure that if you are doing what I think you’re doing or did, that you do it only to people that deserve it.”
I felt him exhale against my lips, but the pill he’d given me was starting to really take effect.
My tongue felt heavy, but I did manage to get one more thing out before I fell asleep.
“And if you hurt me again, that’ll be it for us,” I said. “I’ve lived in abusive situations my whole life. I deserve to be happy.”
Nineteen
When I say I wanna go out, I mean go eat.
—Webber to Silver
WEBBER
I deserve to be happy.
She was right.
She did deserve to be happy.
If some man had treated Eedie like the way I’d treated Silver over the last year, I would’ve gotten rid of the problem.
It sucked that Silver didn’t have the same kind of fatherly protection, but I wouldn’t give her a reason to need that protection ever again.
I was all in.
And being all in meant that I had to deal with the woman that was now at my door, fuming mad, baby in her arms, ready to light me on fire.
She pushed inside, uncaring that I was in my boxer briefs and that it was four thirty in the morning.
“You and Chevy are definitely on my shit list,” she snapped. “When he gets here, you can hand him this.”
‘This’ was her kid, which she handed to me with a fresh bottle and said, “He needs fed.”
She dropped the diaper bag that felt like it weighed two tons on my left foot and then marched into the bedroom.
She closed the door in front of me, and I decided to let her have her moment with her sister.
Who was, in fact, awake.
She’d been awake before the pounding had started.
“Daddy?”
Eedie.
“Yeah, baby?” I asked.
“You might want to put some pants on before you head to the front porch. Or the HOA president will fine you again,” she pointed out.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m wearing just as much as a bathing suit would cover.”
Normally I don’t walk around in my underwear with my kid around, but today couldn’t be helped.
“Do me a favor and bring me a pair of shorts out of the dryer,” I said. “I’ll be in the Adirondack chair on the porch waiting for Chevy.”
“I’ll make coffee and bring the clothes,” she murmured. “I have to be at work in forty-five minutes anyway.”
Which reminded me…
“You’ll have one of the club members following you around today,” I said. “The lady that did that to Silver hasn’t been found yet, and she made a threat on your life to Silver yesterday.”
Eedie sighed. “Just don’t make it that new prospect. I don’t like him.”
I grinned. “You won’t ever have to worry about him ever again.”
She shivered. “He gave me the creeps. And he always looked at me like he wanted to defile me.”
Just another reason that motherfucker deserved to die.
“It’ll probably be Jasper, Gunner, or Cakes,” I said.
Her eyes gleamed. “Maybe Cakes will make me something.”
I snorted. “If he’s watching you, how will he make you something?”
She shrugged. “Daddy, don’t bust my bubble, okay?”
I chuckled and walked outside, unsurprised to find the neighbor across the street peeking through her window.