Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
He looked at me and tensed, then shook his head. “Don’t say shit like that,” he warned me.
I lifted my shoulders in a shrug. “I’m just pointing it out. If you thought they were wet before, then you should—”
“SHUT UP!” he shouted.
I crossed my arms over my chest as the feeling of rejection began to sink in. As if I hadn’t dealt with that enough in my life. Having it come from the man whose baby I was carrying was a hard blow, no matter how used to it I should be. This hurt.
A knock at the door stopped whatever else I was about to spew from my mouth, and I was thankful for the interruption.
“What?” Liam barked.
It opened, and the tattooed, green-eyed man with a pierced tongue stepped inside. Liam had called him Tex. His gaze darted to me quickly, then went back to Liam.
“Sorry, but it’s important,” he said.
Liam swung his eyes back to me. “Go to the bedroom. Pack up your things. I’ll be there shortly,” he said.
Pack up my things? I should be relieved. He wasn’t planning on holding me hostage. Instead, dread started to creep in. What was he going to do? Take me to a motel and leave me? Or would he possibly take me to his house? Did he have one? Yes, he had to have a house.
The thought of living with him, in a home, not this club, sent a thrill of excitement through me. He didn’t want me, but maybe if I was given a chance, I could change his mind about me. It wasn’t like I could get this man to love me, but maybe he could like me. We could be friends even. Possibly friends who had sex because I really wanted more of that.
17
Liam
“I know this is bad timing, but I waited until I was sure you were done and had time to dress,” Tex said.
I ran a hand over my face. What the fuck had I just done? I could still smell her on my beard, and, dammit, my cock was getting stiff again. I had to wash her scent off me.
“Sounded like you decided against the not-fucking-her plan,” he was amused.
“It was a mistake,” I snarled.
“The floor shaking and the cursing, shouting, and screaming didn’t sound like a mistake. I was close to needing to rub one off, listening to her.”
The instant fury that unleashed inside me was the slap in the face I needed. I didn’t like that he’d heard her. He didn’t need to know what she sounded like when she was fucking. It made me want to rip his head off, and that was a problem. Because having any kind of reaction to her, other than just making sure her needs were met because she was carrying my child, was bad.
That woman was not my future. She wasn’t what I needed or wanted. I was ready for someone stable, with a level head, a little older, successful. Someone like her sister, which wouldn’t be happening. I’d already decided it probably wasn’t going to before I found out I had knocked up Liberty, but it was a definite no now.
“I was drunk and weak. Yes, she’s got a hot body, and you put that shit in my head about not needing a condom with her. I snapped. Won’t happen again,” I told him. “Now, what is it that you came in here for?”
He nodded his head toward the door. “Police are here. Diamond was found dead in her apartment about an hour ago. To make matters worse, Whisper was the one who found her. She hadn’t been answering her phone, and she was supposed to cover her shift here tonight. Anyway”—he shook his head and winced—“it’s bad. They did some fucked-up shit to her. Even fucked her with a knife.”
Jesus Christ. A sick knot settled in my stomach as I stood up, no longer having to worry about a hard-on. That had taken care of it.
“Do they any leads?” I asked, walking around my desk that had moved forward at least five inches since I’d come in here.
“They have a witness, a neighbor, saying a man came out of her place around five this morning. They described the Viper she had been with, and we can’t find him. She’d claimed he was a guy she’d met at a bar the night before. All the information she had on him—name, number, car—none of it is legit. So, she either lied to cover for him or he lied to her.”
Fucking hell, these women and dating gang thugs. What was their problem? Had none of them learned from the mistakes of the past? I’d already had one of them shot dead in my club due to a damn gang.
I started for the door.
“You should probably know that it’s Harrison and Millow. Due to our relationship with them, they were following me up the stairs when we heard things. They might have heard more than you’d have liked before Drifter took them back inside the main room.”