Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 90919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“I was not sloppy drunk,” I argued.
“Figured she was safer crashin’ in my tent than lettin’ her wander.”
“I’m not a fucking child,” I hissed, glaring at Cian.
“You got so fuckin’ hammered, you couldn’t find your tent?” my dad asked in disgust, looking back at me.
“It was dark.” I threw up my hands. “Jesus!”
“You know better,” he replied quietly, disappointment and anger clouding his expression. “You’re at this club, especially now and especially when we’ve got visitors, you keep your shit.”
“Oh, like everyone else was?” I asked sarcastically.
“Your brothers,” he replied, pointing at them, “were awake in seconds when we thought somethin’ happened to you.”
“Good for them.”
“Myla,” Cian murmured, his hand landing lightly on the base of my spine.
“Oh, fuck off,” I spat at him, taking a step away. “I wasn’t that fucking drunk, and you know it.”
He just looked at me.
“This is such bullshit,” I announced, stunned. “I was having a good time, everyone was having a good time, and because some asshole follows me outside and Cian decides to play white knight, suddenly I’ve done something wrong? Fuck that.” I threw my arms out toward the surrounding tents. “I wasn’t even that drunk! Micky set up my tent before everyone got here, so I couldn’t figure out where it was in the dark.”
“Frankie didn’t have a problem findin’ it,” Dad replied flatly.
“Frankie also went back to the tent last night before it got dark to change her shoes,” I countered. “She knew where it was in this mess.”
“You were walkin’ around, drunk, by yourself—”
“No,” I replied, jerking my chin up. I could see my mom coming out the back door of the clubhouse. “The six of you can stand around in your little circle jerk, bitching about how I did something wrong. I’m done listening to it.”
“Don’t take one fuckin’ step,” my dad warned, more pissed than I’d ever seen him.
“Maybe you should be thinking about why I wasn’t safe on club grounds, Dad,” I ground out. “Or at least why you didn’t let me know that I wasn’t.”
I ignored him as I pushed past my brothers and strode toward my mother. She was hurrying across the grass, a long, flowy robe wrapped around her body, and with every step she took, it opened all the way up her thigh. She didn’t even seem to notice.
“They’re idiots,” I called out angrily.
“Jesus, Myla,” she said, wrapping her arms around me as I reached her. “I saw some of that. You’re lucky that you’re the only person on the planet that can talk shit to your dad. He would’ve laid your brothers out.”
“So can you,” I mumbled against her shoulder. “I’m never talking to him again.”
“Who? Your dad?”
“No, Cian.”
Mom let out a small huff and patted my back. “There, there, sweetheart.”
I slumped against her. “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?”
“Sure is,” she whispered, her voice laced with amusement.
Chapter 2
Cian
“Is Myla comin’ over tonight?” my best friend asked. Coincidentally, he was also Myla’s older brother and my landlord. It was a bit of a clusterfuck.
I let out a small huff of laughter. “Doubt it.”
“She’s still pissed?” He leaned against the porch railing and resettled the baby sitting on his forearm. “This has gotta be a record.”
“Not sure what she wanted me to do.” I shook my head. “Your pop was about to tear my head off, I wasn’t gonna lie to him.”
“You probably didn’t need to lay it all out so… eloquently,” Titus replied, smiling. “I wish we woulda been there.”
“He was about to lay me out,” I said defensively. “She’ll get over it.”
“It’s been a few weeks. Have you reached out?”
“After she told me to get the fuck away from her and never talk to her again?” I asked with a sigh. “No.”
“She was just emotional. You know how she gets when she’s hungover.”
“Have you talked to her?”
“No, but Noel has.”
“Figures.”
“Not gonna tell you what to do—”
“Great.”
“—but it’s been pretty quiet around here. You may want to extend the olive branch.”
Titus and Noel’s two little girls came screeching around the corner, waving as they rounded the front of the house and disappeared again.
“Oh, yeah,” I said dryly. “Real quiet.”
“Just sayin’.”
“I saved your sister’s ass, and somehow, she’s twisted it into me bein’ some kind of asshole for doin’ it,” I argued. “She knows where to find me when she gets over her bullshit.”
Titus laughed. “I don’t know which of you is more stubborn.”
“You and Bas still helpin’ me next Saturday?” I asked, changing the subject. “Brody said he’d come over and help.”
“Of course,” Titus replied. “I still can’t believe you’re movin’.”
“You guys need your space.” The little girls made another pass along the front of the house, breathing heavily but still running. “It’s good timin’.”
“Your aunt still insisting on selling that property to you for a steal?” he asked curiously.
I’d been fighting with my aunt Ashley for a month about the sale of her house. I wanted it. I fucking loved that property. I just didn’t want to screw her over by buying it for far less than what it was worth. We’d gone back and forth every day, but she hadn’t budged.