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)
“You knew Chey?” I ask.
Josie nods. “Yeah, she came in when we were on our last year. She made an impression. She preferred the partying over the work, so I don’t think she lasted long. She just up and left one day. I never heard from her again, but she had a memorable face and you look just like her.”
“I haven’t seen anyone who knew her yet. It’s nice to know people still remember her.”
Josie nods. “It was so sad to hear about her passing. I’m sorry for your family. She was a wild child. I loved her spirit.”
I smile, because deep down, I have a love/hate relationship with my sister and everything we went through. Even though I’d do anything to bring her back, I still didn’t always love the person she was. She could cause her fair share of trouble, and it wouldn’t surprise me to know she has a reputation around here.
“I’m glad to hear it,” I say, because I’m not going to talk badly about someone who isn’t here to defend herself. “She was wild. It’s a shame she didn’t stick around and finish what she wanted.”
“It sure was weird. One minute she was here, then she was gone. People talked about it a lot, plenty of stories about her getting involved with someone and it going bad, but who actually knows. Maybe she just wanted to go home.”
My parents live about an hour from here, so it doesn’t surprise me that Cheyenne would have just packed up and left when things got too hard. They always catered to her and justified every action and choice she made, and it didn’t matter whether it was right or wrong, they went along with it. Nobody ever pushed her to stay in school or do her best.
If Cheyenne didn’t like it, she could leave.
It was that simple.
“Maybe,” I say, taking a sip of my drink.
“Well, we better get going. It was great to meet you, Ciara.”
We wave them goodbye, and I exhale, glancing back at Paulie who gives me a wide-eyed expression. “Let’s get another round of drinks so you can tell me all about your sister. Judging by the look on your face, it’s a good one.”
I laugh.
Yeah, Paulie is fast becoming a friend I won’t want to part from.
3 – Spike
“You see, I don’t fuckin’ like people dealin’ on my turf. You’re makin’ a name for yourself, and I don’t like it. This is my town, and I’m fuckin’ done with you scumbags comin’ in and causin’ problems. I’ll give you a choice: you leave town, or I’ll make you disappear.”
Fingers curled into the shirt of a middle-aged drug dealer who is causing a fuck load of problems in town, I hold him against the wall, my face close to his, my body rigid as I make sure he knows I’m not messing around. This town is overrun by scum, and I’m sick of it coming in to try and take over what the club has created.
We are the fucking kings, and it’s about time everyone learned their place again.
“I don’t know what you’re fucking talking about,” he spits in my face, baring his teeth. “I’m just here mindin’ my own business ...”
“So it wasn’t you who tried to jump my shipment and fuckin’ steal my stash?”
His eyes flash, but I already know he’s going to deny it. “I said, I don’t know what you’re fucking talking about.”
“Then let me refresh your memory.”
Using my other hand, I curl it around his throat and squeeze, my arm pulsing and aching as he squirms in my grips. His face slowly starts going red, and I know any second now, he’ll cave because he won’t want to die. The problem is, he is going to die today, he just doesn’t know it yet.
“It wasn’t me. It was ordered. I had no fucking choice,” he wheezes.
“Who ordered it?”
“My boss, Cole. He wanted the shipment, he wants control. I was just doin’ my job.”
“And where,” I growl, squeezing tighter, “might I find this Cole?”
He squirms, clawing at my arms. “Let me fucking go.”
“You have a matter of seconds left before the air runs out and I keep hanging on until you don’t start breathin’ again. The choice is yours. Tell me or die. Either way, it ain’t lookin’ good for you.”
“Warehouse on second street.”
Grinning, I release his throat but not his shirt. I keep him pressed against the wall as I pull a syringe out of my jacket, and, before he can question it, I plunge it into his neck. A lethal dose of drugs. It will only take minutes to kill him, if he’s lucky. I hope it’ll take a lot fucking longer than that. Men like this don’t deserve the air they breathe. I know for a fact he has assaulted more than one woman in his time, not to mention the charge for child abuse.