Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
I was in a good mood for the first time in what felt like two weeks. I’d needed that fight more than anything, and I appreciated Sebastian for giving it to me, even if it wasn’t for the same reasons as I’d had.
“Where’d Terry go?” Sebastian asked as he shrugged his cut back on as he entered the room.
Shiloh mumbled something derogatory, but the only thing I’d made out was ‘crazy bitch.’
“Your lovely sister sent Terry home.” Jordan, the man who’d nearly lost his life earlier when I’d seen him on top of Shiloh, said.
Jordan was a prospect, and although I know he was doing his job and protecting Sebastian, I didn’t give a fuck. It would take me a long fucking time to think of him in any other way other than hatred.
Sebastian’s glare returned to his sister, and I barely contained the chuckle that was forming in my chest. I know how that felt. My sister did ‘things for my own good’ all the time, whether I wanted them or not.
“If you need someone to watch my nephew from now on, please call me. I don’t think it’s good to have the sitter giving a blowjob to some burly man drunk on God knows what, while my nephew is in the same room. Especially when the man is saying, ‘yeah, baby. Suck my fat cock. Get up here and sheathe that hot cunt over my throbbing pork meat.’ I think not.”
Sebastian’s face turned hard as stone, and then he turned and left the room abruptly. Seconds of silence followed, and then the sound of a large bodied person being dragged kicking and screaming could be heard. Then said man was unceremoniously dumped inside the office.
“You’re telling me you fucked the help while my kid was in the goddamned room?” Sebastian bellowed.
My eyes went to Shiloh, and the young toddler in her arms, wondering if the sound of his father’s bellow would wake him, but it didn’t. Which made me wonder what the boy had witnessed, in his young life, to not even to flinch at such a commotion.
“Awww, man. Johnny was sound asleep.” The man sporting a broken nose, and most likely a broken rib or two, whined.
“Johnny’s my goddamned kid, not yours. I decide what is and isn’t good for him. If he’s fucking sleeping, then you leave him the fuck alone. Go find someone else to fuck, and make sure it’s not the fucking babysitter, either. I trusted you to watch over him. What the fuck would’ve happened if someone had come in while you were fucking the help. What could you have done with your dick in someone, Torren?”
Torren’s face went red with embarrassment at his lack of attention.
“Oh, he found that out first hand when your sister yanked Terry off his cock and threw her out the back door naked. Then came back for Johnny, all the while giving poor Torren the lecture of his life.”
“Get out of my sight.” Sebastian growled.
Shiloh started for the exit when Sebastian sighed, superbly exasperated. “Not you, June. Torren, get the fuck out and don’t show yourself for a couple of days.”
“Yes, sir.” Torren nodded and left.
“Take a seat James. Shiloh.” Sebastian gestured to the couches across the room.
I sat down on the loveseat, leaving Shiloh the recliner, but she surprised me by taking a seat next to me, scooting close. Leaving me no choice, I raised my arm and she cuddled into my side before laying her head down, and quite literally, falling asleep.
Sebastian sat down across from us with a disgusted look on his face. “Do you have to get that close to my sister?”
“Hey,” I said, shrugging. “This is all her.”
He nodded, watching his sister and son sleep for a few minutes before looking up at me. “Tell me what’s been going on.”
I decided to ignore the demand in his voice, and gave him a recap of the last eight months.
“Goddammit. I told my father this wouldn’t work.”
“What?” I asked, trying to sit forward and forgetting that Shiloh was using me as a bed.
Leaning back against the couch, I waited patiently while Sebastian debated what he shouldn’t and should divulge.
When he finally started speaking, I quite literally had no words.
Nothing in my life could’ve surprised me more than what he said.
***
Shiloh
“Holy shit.” My mind screamed.
It’s amazing what you hear when you pretend you’re sleeping.
Mind blown.
Chapter 11
Ladies- if your men don’t know how to fire a weapon, you have a girlfriend.
-Earl Dibbles, Jr.
Shiloh
“Where’re we going?” James asked again, for the fifth time.
“You’ll see.” I said cryptically.
We were on the ‘date’ that I’d promised, and I wanted to see him in his element, and the only way I could think of doing that was taking him somewhere I knew he would love.
When we’d gotten home from Louisiana, I’d decided to sleep over at James’ place since it was so late, and I would’ve been over early for our ‘date’ in the morning anyway. As I was coming outside this morning, I ran into Sam. He’d apologized, for the seventeenth time, and I took pity on him by trying to make conversation.
I’d asked Sam about the girls, and eventually it’d turned into what James loved doing, and that was how James and I ended up going to the shooting range.
Of course, him having the Y chromosome automatically made him have to drive. So I’d given him directions on how to get where we were going. Once we’d gotten on the last road, his demeanor had changed, and he knew exactly where we were going before we pulled up to the gates.
“Sam told me you’d have a code to get in.” I explained when he just looked at me.
“Yeah, I do.” He agreed.
Lifting his right butt cheek, he fished out his wallet from his back pocket, dug through it, and the produced a card that had National Rifle Association Member on it. Once he had it swiped and the gate swung open, he pulled his Bronco in through the gates and waited for it to close behind him before starting down the long drive.