Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Finishing dolling up, we head out to the local club. It’s a smaller joint, but a great place to listen to music, dance, drink, and have a good time with friends.
“Time to let loose,” Dia says before taking a large drink of her margarita.
We all drink up and the night passes on with laughs amongst us. It’s nice because none of us are really heavy drinkers or wild. We all prefer to stay home more than go out. Although these occasions are nice when we have them.
“Last drink of the night,” our bartender says putting another set of margaritas in front of us. I look at my watch and sure enough it’s two in the morning. Last call so they can close. Dia sends the text for our ride while we finish our drinks.
It’s not long before Toon struts in and over to us. I thought she would call one of those ride-share companies. No, she calls a Hellion. Not just any Hellion, but the Hellion she is hopelessly in love with, and he won’t give her a chance. Granted, if I was a man, a Hellion at that, no way I would even consider looking at Dia Crews twice. I know my dad is a tough one when it comes to dating me or my sister, but Tripp is next level. Plus, it’s not just Tripp a man trying to date Dia has to get through, it’s BW, her older brother. I swear he would kill a man for looking at her too long. Toon is nice, but he’s not stupid. Dia is stubborn. She sees what she could have with him and is determined to show him how great it can be. She is not about to let her dad, her brother, or the club hold her back. It’s like dynamite between them and she’s ready to light the fuse while he is avoiding the explosion.
“Be still my heart, my knight has arrived,” Dia singsongs sliding off the bar stool and half hanging on Toon.
Like all the Hellions, he has a demeanor about him that screams don’t fuck with me. The I don’t give a fuck if I go to jail attitude, they all carry stands out more with Toon. He is always aware of everyone around him. And like a ninja he can pop up without a sound. He doesn’t talk to any of us much, just the brothers in the club. I think that’s why Dia likes him, the mystery.
The challenge to get to know him. She is always calling him, seeking him out, and frankly pushing his buttons. He doesn’t take the bait though, ever. The man is a saint. He simply reminds her that it won’t happen and continues on.
“Your chariot awaits, Princess,” he mutters to her dryly.
I can’t help but laugh. I’m drunk and Toon isn’t even phased by Dia draped against him. He doesn’t seem amused, but he isn’t mad either. It’s like he knows this is Dia and she has obviously reached her limit. I don’t know why this is funny to me, but it is.
In a matter of moments, he has all three of us buckled in his car and headed home. The lushes we are, none of us had the coordination to buckle our seatbelts. Toon to the rescue. I’m sure he’s cussing us out in his head or wishing he called a prospect to take us home instead. Either way, he apparently has stepped up to the task. Maybe Dia was right and he’s our knight in shining armor. I wonder, can we share a knight? None of the fairytales talk about sharing him. Hmmm, yes, I am indeed drink to even think this shit. Hey, I don’t get out often. Might as well go big before I go home. That thought is why the entire car is spinning and he has parked for what seems like eternity.
At our complex, Toon opens the door and helps each of us out. Dia whispers, but it’s more a yell. “I don’t feel so well, Mariella. Don’t let me embarrass myself and puke on Justin.”
Quickly, my sister squeezes her best friend’s hand. “I got you girl.” She looks to me. “I’m gonna crash at Dia’s.”
I nod acknowledging her.
“Dia,” Toon says getting her attention on him. “That beast put up?”
We all giggle as drunk women do from time to time. The reference to Dia’s current rescue dog is funny. In the soberness of daylight, it’s far from funny, but right now it’s hilarious. Dia has a soft spot for animals. After losing her beloved chow-chow Sheba she encountered a new fur-baby.
Skye. The beast. The holy terror. The fear of mankind. Or as Dia calls her, just the baby. Whatever she’s called, she is a Dogo Argentino. The all-white mastiff doesn’t even have the trademark pirate eye patch some in the breed have. She is a snow-white monster. The dog is half blind, half deaf, and half stupid. But she’s loyal and fiercely protective of Dia.