Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 87911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
She still didn’t make friends easily, which was why she still lived alone and hadn’t been able to find a place with a roommate. It would be the only way she could afford anything anyway.
Going home for now was out of the question. She’d already made the decision that if she was to go home, she’d do so only when she’d made a success of her life so she could look back on what happened, and laugh.
There was no other way forward for her.
Had Alfie moved on?
He was still in Satan’s Croft, so he must have.
She’d not seen him in five years. Had the time been good for him? Bad?
“Just get that out of your head. Enough already.” She slammed the book closed and decided to get ready for her date.
****
Alfie lifted up the empty metal beer keg and loaded it up onto the truck. This was his job as prospect, doing all the heavy lifting.
“You’ve been lifting those weights for five years, and now it’s time to put your super muscles to the test.”
That was his father a week ago when he’d given him every single job he could think of that would require him to use nothing but brute strength.
So far, he’d been able to do every task from lifting beers, tires, bikes, holding cars, and even just standing, holding out beers.
In the past five years since his life went to shit, he’d been working harder than ever to prove to his dad and the club that he was trustworthy and loyal.
“Hey, man,” Ian said, entering the parking lot.
“Hey,” he said.
Riley and Ian had been with the club when they had to go out of town on a drug run. It had gone bad, and all three of them had protected the club. Riley took a bullet to the chest, Ian to the shoulder, and Alfie had taken one in the leg, but none of the clubmen had been hurt.
It was during that time Eagle had changed his mind and allowed them to become prospects. Now, they had the grueling challenge of earning the club’s respect. This part should have been a piece of cake, but he’d fucked up by going against his father’s wishes all those years ago.
He’d been able to track down who made the fucking tape. Daniel had paid one of the tech people in the media department of a local college.
All the evidence had been on his cell phone, and he’d uploaded it onto the tape. If it hadn’t been for the little sticky tape inside the VHS tape, Alfie would never have found the college, and gotten Daniel.
In doing so, he’d run Daniel out of town, after getting the bastard to apologize to Lily. He’d hoped she’d bring Chloe back to town, but her daughter had never arrived.
All of Daniel’s family had been pushed out, and he’d not seen them since. It was probably a good thing. Whenever the fair came to town, it only served to remind him of all he’d lost five years ago.
“Your dad got you lifting shit?” Ian asked.
His relationship with his father was a tense one. He’d finally moved out as he couldn’t handle the stony silence. While Eagle had been willing to give him a chance at the club, his father wouldn’t give him the time of day outside.
He didn’t know what was worse, having Eagle, or not having his father. For a short time, while he was with Lily, Eagle had been the kind of father Alfie always wanted.
Now, they were back to hating each other.
“You know the drill. All the prospects get the shitty jobs.”
“Yeah, I don’t know if this is as shitty as the stuff Kurt had to put up with,” Ian said. “You ever miss that motherfucker?”
“Only when I’m the one they want to dress up like a girl and spank.” Alfie shook his head. He didn’t even want to understand that one, but the guys had done it. Eagle had told him it was all about trust, and Alfie had been around the club all of his life to know shit like that happened in the club.
Sure, it made no sense and was so fucking embarrassing, but if you can dress up in ladies’ underwear and trust the club, then you’ll take a bullet.
He’d already taken a bullet, but Eagle was paying close attention to the three of them. Some of the other club friends had already been a prospect for longer than they had.
“What are you doing here, Ian?” he asked.
“Wondered if you wanted to hang out? It hasn’t been the same since Riley quit, you know.”
“Oh, he really did quit the job at the DIY store?”
“Yep.”
While he’d taken a job at the garage fixing cars, Ian and Riley could only get work at the DIY store. From what he knew, the owner hated Riley’s dad, so he’d made it his personal mission to make Riley miserable, especially as the town had discovered they were all enemies of the club, until they were patched in. Riley still continued to work at the store until last Friday, when he’d nearly been killed due to a lack of safety equipment. He’d threatened to sue, and walked right on out of the store.