Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
“Yeah.” Belinda scanned the house, taking in the mess she had made. “Want to help me put this stuff away?”
“Let’s do this,” Winnie agreed.
In an hour, they’d restored most things to their rightful places. Belinda headed to her bedroom to sleep as Winnie went through the folder for what felt like the thirtieth time. She made some phone calls to relatives and canceled some credit cards. Finally, she packed a few more clothes and keepsakes from her room.
If Belinda was ransacking different areas, Winnie wanted to grab those items precious to her. Winnie could store them in her trunk if her stuff took up too much room in Scythe’s tidy house. Slamming the trunk lid down with all her force, she managed to secure everything she wanted to keep.
Heading back in the house, Winnie checked off the tasks she’d needed to complete from her list. She left a note on the table telling Belinda to call if she needed to talk and asked her sister to order food for the house in case the relatives visited. Hopefully, with something special to do, Belinda wouldn’t freak out again. Crossing her fingers, Winnie headed to the lawyer’s office.
Why didn’t I go to the bathroom at the lawyer’s office? She squeezed her legs together and kept driving. Giving herself a pep talk, Winnie reminded herself she was almost to Scythe’s. Just a few more minutes. Winnie pressed down on the gas, hoping she wouldn’t attract the attention of a cop.
She came in hot to the gate to the Devil Daddies complex. Lurching to a stop at the entrance, Winnie swallowed hard as a heavily tattooed biker emerged from the gatehouse to check her out. When he stopped at the side of her car, she squeaked, “I’m Winnie.” And then she remembered to say, “Scythe.”
The stony-faced man’s face transformed as he smiled. “Winnie. I’m glad to meet you. I’m Pirate.”
“Hi, Pirate. It’s nice to meet you too. Am I okay to go inside?”
“Definitely. Let me raise the gate. Enjoy your evening.”
Winnie drove through with a carefree wave while inside her heart was beating a thousand times a minute. Pirate. All he needed was an eye patch. Or a parrot.
An image popped into her mind of the dangerous-looking man with a parrot on his shoulder, and giggles erupted. She was laughing so hard as she pulled into the driveway. She was afraid to get out in case she wet her pants. When the garage door went up, Scythe stood in the middle of the open space. Just seeing him, blew her wavering control to pieces.
Winnie shifted into park and threw open the door. Rolling out of her car, she laughed harder at the surprised expression on his face. That was it. She lost control. Standing by the side of her car, a torrent of pee raced from her to stream down the driveway.
She was almost hysterical now, as her amusement blended with mortifying embarrassment. Winnie covered her face with her hands and hoped to disappear. Scythe was at her side immediately. He wrapped his arms around her, shielding her.
“Scythe,” she whispered frantically. “Let me go. I’m wet.”
“I don’t care.”
His tone was final. He really didn’t give a fuck. When she finished peeing, Scythe kissed her head and asked, “You okay?”
“Yes… I wish the ground would swallow me up.”
“Not happening,” he told her firmly. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the house.
“Scythe! My car’s still running.”
“It’s fine. One of the Devils will turn it off,” he told her as he headed for the bedroom.
“Someone saw?” She hid her face against his chest.
“A Devil Daddy will drive by in a bit and take care of it. The MC watches out for each other.”
After breathing a sigh of relief that no one had watched, Winnie pressed a kiss to his jaw as he carried her into the bathroom.
“Let me throw a towel on the ground, and you can set me down. That will wash easily.”
“Daddy’s got you. That’s what I’m here for.”
Scythe carried her into the large walk-in shower. Before standing her up, he balanced her with one arm so he could slip off her shoes. He dropped them in the corner.
“Those are goners,” Winnie said sadly as he set her on her feet.
She turned to him to apologize again and noticed the front of his T-shirt and jeans were wet. Winnie pulled the material away from his skin. Mortified, she whispered, “I’m so sorry. Take this off.”
“You, first. Then I’ll get myself sorted.”
“Okay. Sorry!”
“Look at me, Little girl. Do I seem upset?”
“Not as much as you did when I tried to bribe my way upstairs to talk to Lucien.”
“Exactly. I’m not concerned about this at all.” He unbuttoned her first button and glanced up at her as he continued, “Tell me what made you laugh.”