Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 62488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
I immediately shrouded myself, but it wasn’t fast enough.
The woman had snapped a picture, and had run before I could even think to react.
Cursing myself, I followed, but when I turned the corner of the building, she was nowhere in sight.
And I had a bad feeling.
A: because she had a picture of me and she didn’t seem the type to keep shit to herself.
And B: because my body was tingling like a live wire.
What’s Next?
Dirty Mother
Book 5 of The Uncertain Saints MC Series
11-3-16
Chapter 1
If I’m in a parking space about to back out, and you honk at me, you better believe I’ll sit there until I die.
-Fact of Life
Ridley
Two months later
“Goddammit,” I said to no one in particular. “I will take her to another goddamned hospital if you don’t fucking do your GODDAMN JOB!” I finished on a roar, and not one single person in the entire ER was looking at me with anything but fear.
Even the cute little blonde.
A blonde so light it was almost white.
She was about five six or so, with deep blue eyes and wariness seated deep.
She hadn’t come close to me all night. Not a word was said between the two of us, but I couldn’t help but watch her.
She’d worked on my sister, and had been the only one to listen to what I had to say.
Then a bitch of a nurse, who must’ve been the big, bad bully of the bunch, had pushed the younger nurse away with an order for her to go restock or something; then she’d disappeared.
I’d seen her a few times since then, each time she’d been carrying boxes instead of working on any patients.
My curiosity was piqued.
“Ridley?” my sister said softly, making me turn to look at her instead of where the blonde had disappeared.
“Yeah?” I asked softly, turning so I could see her face.
“Did I hurt your truck too bad?” she asked.
I smiled and ran my hand down her face.
“It’s not too bad,” I lied.
It was totaled.
For the second time in two months.
“I should’ve never gotten pregnant,” Kitt whispered.
I looked down
at my sister, studying her face and the seriousness of her statement.
“You don’t want Emily?” I asked her.
A tear escaped her eye.
“I’m so tired of having this disease,” she whispered. “I’m so fucked up it’s not even funny. I even killed someone.”
I bent forward and pressed my lips to her forehead.
“Then where would Apple be if he didn’t have you and Emily?” I asked her roughly. “Where would I be?”
“Why don’t you call him Core like everyone else?” she laughed lightly.
For that reason right there.
I liked to see her smile, and if calling the man by Apple made her smile, I would do it. Even if it got me a glare each time I used it around Apple.
What kind of fucking name was Apple for a man, anyway?
“’Cause I don’t want to,” I told her honestly. “You’re not answering my question.”
She shrugged.
“I love them. I love her. I love him. I just don’t want to be a burden,” she whispered.
She never was.
Kitt had seizures.
She’d been having them since she was a young kid.
They were, however, under control with medications.
But, on her way to the routine appointment with her doctor in Dallas, the one where Capone was killed, the baby’s car seat had hit Kitt in the head.
But that was neither here nor there.
Kitt had been having more seizures than usual since she’d gotten pregnant with Emily. They’d gotten so numerous, in fact, that she’d had to start taking medicine to stop the seizures. Medicine that had to be inserted rectally.
And today, on the way to one of her appointments in Dallas, she’d had a seizure in the car.
It’d been weird…which for Kitt was beyond normal.
Normally, when Kitt had a seizure, it was triggered by something. Such as stress or extreme excitement.
Ever since she became pregnant, though, she had them whenever and wherever.
This particular time it happened to be in my truck.
One second I’d been driving along as she tried to get me to listen to something on her phone, and the next she’d stiffened up and started seizing.
While she was seizing, she’d stuck her arm through the steering wheel, making it to where I either had to hurt her arm and get it removed from the wheel or wreck.
Which turned out to not even be that easy.
I’d managed to free her arm, only after my sister’s arm had made a weird popping noise. Then I’d promptly crashed into a semi-truck.
“You’re not a burden, Kitt,” I whispered. “I promise.”
A commotion at the front of the ER had me looking up in time to see Apple barreling in through the door, a look of utter helplessness on his face.
In his arms was Emily.
She looked tiny in the big, tattooed, scarred man’s arms.
“Kitten!” he yelled loudly, startling the whole ER once again when they’d just calmed down from my threats.