Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Afterward, I realize it’s the first time I have ever felt a need, a want like that. Something I never got with my husband.
Am I cheating?
Is that what this is?
Shaking my head, I strip myself down, get in the shower, and scrub myself of my bad thoughts.
Chapter 16
Milo
“Fuck, if only I knew that was all it took.”
“You’ve been smiling all fucking day, it’s sickening,” Axe grumbles as he sits across from me.
“Aiden is still alive, in case you were wondering,” Morris says, stepping into the room.
“I wasn’t,” I tell him and then look back to Axe. “And I’m not fucking smiling.”
“You’ve been around to see her?” Morris asks.
“Who?” Axe wants to know.
Aiden walks to the bar and gets a bottle of water, then holds it against his head. He has a bump from where he fell the other day. Morris told him to carry around the finger to remind him to stop being a bitch.
“I have,” I reply.
Morris smirks and turns to Axe. “Lissie is staying with Letti,” he tells him.
“Prez.” We all turn as Mason walks in. “Cody is here.”
I stand before anyone else, walk out the doors and go straight to the back. I find Cody, with sunglasses covering his eyes, smoking a cigarette. Two women sit in his car as he waits for me. When he spots me, he stands a little taller.
“Milo. Hey, man.” He pushes his fingers through his hair. “I have another woman, you know, to fill Lissie’s shoes. You see, she ran off. Decided to find another man and ran the fuck off on me.” A woman with dark hair and washed-out eyes gets out of the car, and he waves to her. “See, she will do. You can use her the same way, right?” He drops the cigarette to the ground and steps on it with his shoe before he looks up at me, pushing his sunglasses up on his head and revealing his bloodshot eyes. I feel Axe come up behind me.
“Hi,” the woman says with a wave of her hand.
“Where the fuck have you been?” I ask Cody. He scratches his arm, and that tells me everything I need to know.
“Look, I’ve had a busy few weeks, but I’ve always been good with payment. What do you need for late payment? This one will suck your cock.” He motions to the woman, who nods her head. “Free, of course, and you can do whatever it is you want to her.”
“Fucking hell,” Axe mutters behind me.
“Take your fucking whores and come back with my money,” I tell him.
His gaze jumps from me to Morris and Axe, and he scratches his arm again.
“Man, I don’t have it. We had a deal before, can’t we just—”
I lift my gun and aim it at his head, cutting him off. “You have exactly one week to get my fucking money, or the first thing you will lose will be…” I aim the gun lower until it’s pointing at his cock, savoring the terror in his eyes. I lean in closer, the tension intensifying. “You feel me, man?” The inflection of my voice is dangerously sarcastic, and my brow arched in sinister promise.
“This one time, Milo shot one ball off a naked man. Damn, it was amazing to watch. Painful, but the precision? Amazing,” Morris says.
“I’ll bring you her,” he says, his voice trembling with a flicker of hope. His eyes search for any sign of mercy in my cold, hard gaze. He swallows hard, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple.
“No, that’s done.”
I turn and head back to the clubhouse when I hear him yell, “That fucking slut really fucked me over.”
Pushing my gun into Axe’s hand, I stalk toward Cody. When I reach him, I clock him hard, my fist flying straight into his fucking ugly mug of a face. “I’d watch how you speak about her around me,” I warn, seething at him. “Now, fuck off before I decide you’re better payment to me dead.”
The woman scrambles into the car, as he climbs into the driver’s side. Then he reverses quickly, the tires spinning on the dead grass, the tail end of the car fishtails wildly, skidding across the uneven ground. The engine wails in protest as he speeds away, his fear evident even from a distance.
“You know he ain’t gonna get the money,” Morris says.
“Not my fucking problem. If he comes back without the money, shoot him in the leg,” I tell them, and they both nod.
Chapter 17
Lissie
“I want my book back.”
The next day, Letti is washing dishes as I enter the kitchen. I’m not sure how to ask her for anything when she has already given me so much.
“I-I need a lift,” I say with a slight stutter.
She raises a brow, and her hand pauses at the sink as she leans on it. “To where?” she asks with a smile on her face.