Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
“What the hell is that?” I ask.
C shrugs. “I had to set the bomb to explode in the microwave, so I popped us some popcorn first, so we could have something to munch on while we enjoyed the show.”
“You’re a twisted fucker,” I grumble, making him laugh.
“Yeah, I know,” he laughs, giving a bag to me, Cowboy, and Hades. Savage gets to us and gives C one and keeps one for himself.
It makes me laugh. Damn, I somehow stumbled into a club that feels more like home than my other one ever did. Alex, Ollie, and Skeeter are long gone with the women. Despite what I told Georgia, I’m giving Daisy a small chance. I’m shipping her to Indonesia with enough blow and evidence to show she’s dealing in the shit in their country. Indonesia is one of those rare countries that will kill drug dealers without a fair trial. Their penalty for dealing is death by firing squad. The other girl won’t have that, but she’s a user and that won’t go over well for her. They’ve lived on their backs enough that they may get the chance to keep doing that. It’s a slim chance for Daisy, but more than likely for the second girl. I don’t really give a fuck. I just know they will no longer make their way back into my country and that’s good enough. I will have Scorpion follow up to find out what he can, though—purely out of curiosity.
“Okay, the show is about to start,” C says, his voice muffled as he talks around a mouth full of popcorn. He looks down at his watch and then starts the countdown. “Five. Four. Three. Two. One.”
We all watch as a loud, ground-shaking explosion splinters the air. Fire shoots out the windows. Glass shatters everywhere and you can literally hear it over the roaring of the fire. Me and the boys stand and watch, chomping on popcorn. We continue until an alarm goes off on C’s watch.
“Time to get going, Prez,” C says. “Dispatch will probably be making calls and sending people in about five minutes. We need our bikes gone before the law and fire department show up.”
I nod. “Let’s roll,” I mutter. I’m glad it’s done. I’m tired and I just want to get back to my woman.
27 GRIFTER
One Month Later
We stand outside as the realtor unlocks the door and look at the house and even though I’ve seen it before, I still have to admit that it’s something to behold. It’s a one-story, white barn-dominium with brown trim, sitting proud under a big, blue sky. It looks both welcoming and regal all at once. It’s the kind of place that looks like it belongs in a magazine—wide front porch, starlight windows stretched across the top, and a little steeple with a real weathervane turning lazy in the breeze.
“Wow, Griffy, you don’t go halfway do you, son?” Nana mutters, looking at the house in complete surprise.
“Pretty nice, huh?” I reply with a grin, encouraged by her response. I’m pretty sure Georgia will love the place, but Nana is definitely going to be a tough sell.
“Pretty nice?” Georgia laughs. “Griffin, this is a mansion disguised as a country, luxury barn.”
“Let’s go inside and see what you think,” the realtor suggests. “I’m going to hang back and just let you take it in, but if you have any question, just ask,” she says.
Georgia murmurs her thanks as we begin looking around. It’s as impressive as I remember. The entire place has an open floor plan, tall, vaulted ceilings that make you want to breathe deeper. The main hallway splits off both ways, going the length of the house. There are six bedrooms in total and four bathrooms.
On the main end of the house is the master suite. Hell, suite doesn’t even cover it. It’s a whole damn kingdom. The ensuite bath has a soaking tub that could fit two, maybe three if we got creative and a shower which could hold four and has multiple shower heads. I nudge Georgia, grinning. “Think we could have some fun here?”
She blushes bright red. “Griffin,” she chastises quietly, but that smile on her face says everything.
We pass through the middle section of the house and that part of the hall leads to four bedrooms with Jack-and-Jill bathrooms connecting them in pairs. Perfect for guests, or someday kids. My heart pounds with that thought. I never really imagined having kids. Now that Georgia is in my life, I want it more than anything.
Then, at the far end, the realtor opens the door to the mother-in-law suite. I throw an arm around Nana’s shoulders. “Now this, Nana… this could be your spot. And if this is the one, we’ll rename it the Hot Nana Suite.”
She pats my cheek, eyes twinkling. “You’re a sweet talker, aren’t you, Griffy?”