Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 157672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 788(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 788(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
If Rowan wasn’t in Alabama with her mom finishing wedding shit, it would have been a much easier sell.
When she heard Major was recruiting people to help with the twins, she jumped on the chance to help during the day while Janice, Bea, and Ronnie came at night. Harley wasn’t around because of an event with the Label.
Each night I waited for the damn text she was in her house with the doors locked. If she was at my place, I’d have eyes on the perimeter and her secured inside.
It’s been weeks since the incident at the salon, but I’m not satisfied Rylee isn’t a threat.
I fucking hated it and had no problem telling her that. Which is why Robbie and Finn are installing a security system this week.
“Hey, man, did you hear me?” Ford interrupts my thoughts.
“What?”
“Your phone call earlier?”
“Sterling had an update on Rylee. She’s demanded he get her out of her community service and everything scratched from her record.”
“Really wish Willow would have pressed charges long enough for us to keep that bitch in lock-up for one night. I’d have thought the sibling bond shit was severed.”
“The bond is severed but Lo has a bleeding heart,” I grumble.
“You know anything about the dickhead who screwed her over?”
There’s a bite to Ford’s question and I spot the familiar burning in his gaze. Rowan’s ex, Craig, was a massive psychopath. When Rowan kicked his ass out, he didn’t immediately set off any concern. The situation that followed was messy, and all of us felt the hit of not clueing in on his insanity.
The fire in his gaze lives in all of us. “He’s clean.”
“Not too clean when you’re dipping your dick into your girlfriend’s sister.”
“Got what he deserved. Marrying that miserable bitch is a form of punishment.”
“You dig into his finances?”
I slice my eyes to Ace for the amateur insinuation.
“The guy works at a brokerage firm and pulls in a decent salary. He’s invested fairly well, has a retirement account building. Going back through his credit cards, it’s obvious when the cheating started. Charges at luxury brand stores, high-end boutiques, and fancy restaurants—none of them for Lo.”
“Too bad we can’t sink him and that bitch of a sister,” Ford rumbles low.
We’re a protective bunch. All of us. But Ford has a fucking darkness inside of him.
Which is why I know, if there was anything I thought could put a stain on Joseph Wynn, he wouldn’t hesitate.
The nights I’m not on shift, Willow stays with me.
Which means Ford and Rowan have had the most time with her. All the women love her, but she and Rowan have fallen into a friendship like they’ve known each other forever.
The shield Willow lived behind is long gone. Carefree, happy, relaxed—not an ounce of drama.
I plan for it to stay that way.
“The dad going to help out the sister?” Ace’s question is loaded with disgust.
“Not sure how he’s leaning. Watching the video footage of his youngest daughter acting bat-shit crazy had him worried for both his girls. He thinks it’s time Rylee learns responsibility for her actions but doesn’t want it to backfire on Willow.”
“Any word from the mom?”
“Sterling said she’s embarrassed, ashamed, and rethinking her decisions and allegiances. Rylee’s outburst at Rendezvous was a wake-up call.”
“Shoulda thrown her in the fucking clink.” Major’s voice is tight.
“One night in would be too easy.”
Ford turns in the front seat to face me, crossing his arms. “You onto something other than Shayla getting her banned from every high-end salon in five counties?”
I nod. “First up, she’s got a meeting at work tomorrow. She coasted into her position as a glorified receptionist because her mom sits on the board at the charity. Board member or not, her boss wasn’t too keen on his employee showing her ass in public at one of the hottest spots in the city. Rylee violated their values. She’s out with no severance.”
“It’s been two weeks; the boss took his sweet ass time.”
“He may have been sent a copy of the video from an anonymous and concerned donor.”
Ace grunts his approval.
“The woman is maxed out and drowning in debt. She’s been using cash advances to float her lifestyle. Those credit accounts have been flagged as high-risk and cut off. “
“No job and no money. Think her mom will bail her out?”
“Possibly, but there’s more. Rylee used Joe’s information to open one of those credit cards. The billing address is a P.O. Box. The address has been updated, and he should be getting his bill any day now, along with a copy of his credit report.”
“Good call, but he can fight it.”
“My guess is that’s his first instinct until he sees the charges. If he knows his woman at all, no amount of stupid could deny it’s Rylee. He’s backed into a corner. She has no job, no credit, no savings, and no way to pay that shit off. Unless he wants his credit to take a hit, he has to pay. He chooses not to, the company won’t willingly walk away. He files fraud—they investigate and the trail leads to Rylee, and she gets slapped with identity theft and whatever else.”