Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
The door to the bathroom finally opened, and Felix appeared, looking as if he’d been taking a nap rather than using the bathroom.
I narrowed my eyes, shouldered past him, and slammed the door.
It smelled like roses, which was yet another indication that the man had just been wasting time.
The ass.
Getting ready took longer than I expected, because I couldn’t seem to find a damn thing.
My makeup was in one spot, the lotion in another.
And it wasn’t until I’d found just about everything that I realized the ass in the other room probably moved it all just to make my time longer than it needed to be.
By the time we were walking out the door, I had to send my friend a text saying I wouldn’t be able to make coffee, because now I barely had time to get to work.
“This isn’t over, Felix Alexander,” I snarled at him as we got onto the shuttle.
He took the first chair like usual.
I took the back.
And since we were the only ones on the shuttle, it was glaringly obvious that we were mad at each other.
At least, I was mad at him. I didn’t know if he was mad at me anymore since he’d gotten his way.
We got into work, and I started to look through patient charts, wondering which one was assigned to me.
When I flipped Felix off when he got too close, he picked up the first patient chart he saw, then grinned wickedly before handing it to me. “Robby’s back. Guess you can handle him.”
I rolled my eyes and did as told, avoiding the man the entire morning as best as I could.
It wasn’t until lunch, when he placed a bag of takeout and a cupcake in front of me, that I finally started to cave.
The ass knew exactly what to do to get me.
I ripped open the bag and viciously shoved a handful of fries in my mouth, trying to maintain my anger, but knowing damn well it’d be gone by the time we were through with our shift.
If I were being completely honest with myself, I would admit that I probably wouldn’t be too happy with him going out with a female co-worker, either. Even though I was trying to make friends who could commiserate with me, I wouldn’t want those friends to be at the expense of my happiness with my man.
My man.
Geez, it felt so weird to call him that, even now.
I’d prayed to every god there was that what Felix and I had would heal what was broken inside of me, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that by ‘healing’ I would be getting back together with the stubborn man.
“Whoa, someone’s trying to fix things.” Rose smirked from her seat across from me.
I rolled my eyes and continued typing on my chart, very aware of the man who was talking to a patient in the curtained off room directly in front of me.
When he finished, he noted my lack of fries and smirked.
Which made my eyes narrow.
When I didn’t tell him thank you or even acknowledge him—I would forgive him… eventually—he narrowed his eyes right back.
He moved around me, glaring at me just as I’d glared at him all morning.
We were on hour four of glaring, but still wanting to be around each other enough to be close, when the doors to the ER burst open and a mob of screaming men and women rolled through.
Every last nurse at the nurses’ station launched out of their chairs, looking at the crowd pouring through the sliding glass doors with worry.
Then a few things made themselves known.
One was the sheer amount of people there were. And there were a lot.
But that wasn’t the thing that had my heart pounding a mile a minute.
Most prominently were the colors.
Orange and teal, the Breakers Gang, and blue and neon green, West Backers.
Son of a bitch.
Fear struck my blood the moment the colors became apparent.
I knew the moment Felix saw it, too, because he stiffened and looked at me, his eyes wide and worried.
Gone was the anger we’d been exuding all morning long. In its place was fear for each other.
I wouldn’t have known the gangs or their colors at all had we not just had that meeting.
Afterwards, when we were home, Felix had told me all about the Carter family.
The matriarch of the Carter family, Garnett, was a forty-year veteran with the DPD.
The patriarch was only a thirty-year veteran, though that was only because the previous twenty years of his life had all been focused on the military.
In total, Garnett and Germaine had eight children. Seven of them were at the Dallas Police Department, and one of them was a Marine.
The police officer who focused on the gangs, Quincy Carter, was a fourteen-year veteran with the DPD. He’d been ruling the gang task force for four years and had an extensive amount of knowledge on them.