Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Panting, I land on my hands and knees, staring up at him like an unhinged animal, wild with unleashed fire.
He pulls a gun from his jacket and points it at me. “I won’t kill you, Spike, but if you lunge at me I will fuckin’ put one in your arm.”
Cade pushes to his feet, his fists clenched, his body heaving as he stares down at me with utter disgust. His face is covered in blood and dirt. Releasing a growl, I push to my feet, blood dripping off my chin as I stare at them both.
“Here’s how this is goin’ to go,” Muff grinds out. “Cade, you’re goin’ to get on your bike and leave. Spike, you’re comin’ with me and we’re goin’ to talk about whatever the fuck it is that’s makin’ you like this because I’m done with it. Argue, I’ll take your fuckin’ kneecap out.”
Muff rarely gets angry, but when he does, he means it.
Cade turns without another word, getting on his bike and roaring off, leaving us in a cloud of dust. Coughing, I angrily turn to Muff and growl. “Not in the mood for your shit, Muff.”
“I don’t give a fuck. You’re comin’ with me or I’ll make sure you’re limpin’ around for months, unable to do whatever the fuck it is you’ve been doin’. Just try me.”
His eyes don’t waver.
Fuck.
“Fine,” I grunt.
Moving to my bike, I get on, swiping the blood off my face with my jacket as Muff’s bike rumbles to life behind me.
Well, this should be fucking interesting.
7 – Ciara
“Do you want to elaborate as to why you’re letting us have the kids for two nights?”
My mother’s glance is careful, and I know she’s trying.
She has been trying for a long time.
I guess she has figured it’s not worth losing her remaining daughter, too. Besides, she does love the kids. Maybe not enough to make more of an effort, but I have accepted them for who they are, and I’m just glad I have a small relationship with them again. It’s not huge, but it’s something and, right now, I actually need it.
“Spike is out of town,” I say, offering the fakest smile I have ever given. “And I have school, so I thought you might like to take them.”
“We love taking them. I do have plans, but I have canceled them.”
There she is.
“It’s no big deal,” she goes on, waving a hand. “I’m sure the ladies will understand.”
I let her finish, and then wonder to myself if I should have just left them with Addison. The only reason I left them here is so I can see them each night and put them to bed. I had to tell my parents I’m going to school, though, which means they now know I’m here every week and that gives me no excuse to avoid them.
A problem for another day.
“I will be around each night to put them to bed. Are you sure you’re okay with it?”
She waves a hand. “We will be fine. I’ve done this before, you know?”
That went well.
I shake the thought from my mind and give her a hug. Then, I say goodbye to the kids who are playing with my dad, who Danny loves. Mercy is chewing on a toy as she watches her grandad, babbling. It is good for them; I have to remind myself of that. With one last glance, I exhale and leave the house.
I need to get to school, and I need to take my mind off everything that’s happening.
Addi told me Spike and Cade got into some massive fight. I don’t know, I haven’t called him and he’s not calling me. We’re both stubborn, and I know it could be days before one of us breaks. It’s childish, sure, but I’m tired of having the same argument. Either he wants to open up to me, or he doesn’t.
I’ve been down this road with Spike before, and it didn’t end well.
He has a problem with keeping the way he feels inside and, because of that, when things get hard, it can be difficult getting through to him.
Arriving at school, I go to my room and put my things down before heading to my first class.
Pervy Pete is very extra today, to the point where he had to lean over me while I was doing some work and breathe on my damned neck. Even when I flinched away, he did nothing to step back. He needs a good dick punch and someone to put him back in his place. I might just join Paulie on the next attack on Pete. It might help me release some of this steam.
By the time I get to Gerard’s class, I’m flustered and tense. My mind is frantic, and I’m overstimulated. So much so that I run straight into him when I rush through the door. My books and laptop go flying everywhere. Steadying me with his hands, he stops me from falling on my backside.