Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
“Yeah, whatever. Let’s move this into the office. Tinsley’s asleep upstairs.” I shake Slade and Bridger’s hands before they come inside.
“So, it’s like that, huh?” Slade retorts.
“Damn straight, it is. Don’t you know us Martinez men by now? We do not fuck around.” Drake’s eyes move to Bridger’s.
“It is, but it wasn’t supposed to be like that. I know I’ve fucked up in the past, what with the fighting and shit. Tinsley is it for me though.” My voice sounds wistful even to myself.
“No bloodshed in the house, Bridge,” Slade grunts before continuing on.
“Good, she’s in the fold. Travis and Easton are taking care of her father, figuring out who he hired and how he funded the hit. Travis has some friends over that way. They have Robert Sutton on surveillance now, and man, it’s worse than we thought. Debt up to their eyeballs. They have a few notorious players after Robert and Cynthia. She somehow weaseled her way into the equation, and they’re both sinking like a boat taking on water in the Atlantic Ocean,” Bridger says, ignoring Drake and his comment. We all know Braxton is going to claim Rowen, it’s only a matter of time. Bridger can’t seem to let Rowen fly from the coop. Though, it could be the age difference, or the way Bridger is with his sisters. He’s like a papa bear protecting his cubs.
“So, the game plan is? I already know I’ll be sidelined on this. I’m okay with it. My judgment is to seek revenge and get retribution for what they’ve put Tinsley through.” I grip the back of my neck, feeling the tension in my muscles.
“The game plan is to let them have control of things while you rest for a few days,” Tinsley states as she walks into the office.
“Oh, the girls are going to love her. You are so fucked,” Bridger says under his breath.
“Yep, he’s not wrong,” Drake says before hugging Tinsley like he’s her brother already. Damn, I love my brother for this. I know she needs a family unit surrounding her.
“We hug in this family. I’m Drake, if you didn’t catch that.” This jokester is throwing all kinds of bullshit out. It’s all in good nature.
“As if I couldn’t tell. You two are practically twins,” Tinsley says, moving out of his hug, then coming to my side. I loop my arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer to give her a kiss on her forehead.
“I figured you’d still be asleep.” I smirk at her. She’s wearing a sweater and leggings. Tinsley’s hair is in a loose ponytail on one side of her shoulder, face clean of makeup.
“It got cold in there without you,” she whispers. We’re both lost in our own world.
Slade clears his throat, all of them having their own chuckle. “Tinsley, this is Slade and Bridger. You met Drake already.” I watch as she shakes their hands, giving them her full attention.
“Thank you so much for all of your help. I truly appreciate it. Let me run upstairs and bring you my laptop? Leo mentioned Easton may want it.” She goes to turn, but I tighten my hold on her.
“Anytime. You don’t have to rush for us. We’ll be here for a bit. Heads-up though. We told the women folk not to bother you guys today. You know how they are though. I have a feeling you’ll be invaded in the next twenty minutes. Raelynn and Cam might not make it today, they’re both busy. I’m sure they’ll be here in the coming days.” Drake shakes his head. Why Giana didn’t just ride over with him is a mystery to me. I tip my head sideways. He shakes his head. That enough tells me she wanted to drive herself, not with him. That means shopping afterwards in Giana’s world.
“I’ll go grab it now then, and make us some food. You said the fridge was stocked?” Her head tips back to look up at me. God, do I fucking love this woman. My hand moves to the nape of her neck. If our family weren’t surrounding us, I’d kiss the hell out of her. I wouldn’t stop though, so I refrain. I kiss her lips softly.
“Yeah, but you don’t need to do any of that. These guys know how to fend for themselves.”
“It’s okay, it’ll keep my mind busy. It also helps me snoop around your house. You didn’t tell me how massive it was. Is that like the requirement to live in this neighborhood?” she jokes, knowing damn well this place isn’t that big. Not compared to what she comes from, at least.
“You’re cute.” I tap her nose, her eyes getting dreamy.
“I’ll be back,” she says over her shoulder.
“Yep, I approve. She’ll fit right in,” Bridger inserts.
“Not sure I care if you do or don’t,” I grunt. The smiles all of the guys are wearing tell me their opinion isn’t needed.