Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
I laugh softly. “It’s a nice name.”
“It’s a fuckin’ girls’ name.”
Mal chuckles behind us, and Koda scowls at him.
“Got any new songs up your sleeve, Scarlett?” Mal asks me, and I turn a little so I can face him easier.
“A couple. Amalie is helping me to come up with some right now. She’s an absolutely incredible artist and can play the piano better than anyone I’ve ever met.”
“That right, darlin’?” Mal asks, looking at her lips.
She nods, those damned cheeks still adorably pink.
Maverick comes back with a pitcher of beer and pours a few glasses. We all take one, sipping lightly.
“Lookin’ forward to gettin’ in on one of your shows tonight,” Koda says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette. He lights it, and damned if he doesn’t look like the most dangerous man I’ve ever laid eyes on. He has a scary edge. A terrifying one, actually. He might have a seemingly fun attitude, but I imagine if Koda got serious, you’d run for cover.
“I’ll be glad to have you there. Did Maverick give you some tickets?”
Koda nods. “Front and center, baby. I’ll be there watchin’. You wearin’ a dress?”
Maverick reaches over and thumps him so hard on the arm he grunts, turning and giving him the stink eye. “Fuck, bro, calm down.”
“Stop fuckin’ hittin’ on her, Koda.”
Maverick’s tone is like a whip, a deadly warning. Even I can hear the edge behind it. Oh, boy. I bite my bottom lip, because it feels nice that he’s acting a little jealous. Five minutes ago, he was acting like he didn’t like me at all.
“Do whatever the fuck I want, Maverick, and if you hit me again I’ll cut your fuckin’ balls out right here.”
“Try it, you little fuck—”
“Enough,” Mal thunders and we all go silent.
Holy shit.
He’s scarier than the both of them combined. “We’re in the presence of two fuckin’ ladies. If you two little fucks don’t pull your god damned heads out of your asses, I’ll pull my gun out and shove it down your throats. Now, shut the fuck up and enjoy your beer.”
Maverick glares at his brother, but he doesn’t argue.
Oh, boy.
You could cut the tension with a knife.
So, to break it, I say softly, “I think tonight, I’ll wear jeans.”
Everyone, even Maverick, bursts out laughing.
Thank god.
~*~*~*~
MAVERICK
“What the fuck was with your mood?” Mal asks me as we walk back to the hotel to get ready to watch out for tonight’s show.
“You’re fuckin’ kidding me, right?” I growl, stopping and glaring at my brother.
“No, I fuckin’ don’t. Want to tell me what the problem was?”
“Five minutes before she got there, you told me that all the leads you have keep leading back to her, and movin’ from fuckin’ city to city, wherever she goes, which makes me wonder if she’s involved and is playin’ us for a fuckin’ fool, and you want me to be happy about that?”
“Never said she was in on it, I just said whatever fuckin’ show is bein’ run, they’re followin’ her. I don’t know why, but she might not have a god damned clue. So, settle the fuck down.”
My fists clench, and I glare at him. “She has no clue? Are you fuckin’ with me? Why else would they follow her?”
“Maybe because you are, ever think of that? Maybe they’re keepin’ tabs on you. I don’t fuckin’ know, Maverick. Haven’t figured it out yet, but when I do, I’ll let you know. Until then, stop treatin’ her like shit or you’ll never get in close enough to find out if she has something to do with it.”
I shoot him a withering, icy glare. “You’re kidding me, right? You want me to get in closer, knowin’ I want to fuck her so hard I can barely think straight when I’m around her?”
“You want to do more than fuck her,” he mutters, lighting up a cigarette. “And you’re fuckin’ worried about bein’ near her because you know you’ll get attached.”
“You know fuck-all.”
He raises a brow.
“Get fucked, Malakai.”
He flashes me a grin. “I’m on her side, for now. She’s a fuckin’ sweet girl, doesn’t seem like the impure type, which makes me think whatever they’re followin’ her for she has no idea about it.”
“Not convinced,” I mutter, feeling my chest tighten with rage, and anxiety, and fucking disappointment.
I like that girl.
But if she has something to do with drugs, and playing me and my club, it won’t end well. That fucking kills me, because I don’t want to see a single hair on her head harmed. I can only pray to fucking god that she’s telling the truth and is pure as I’ve seen her when we’re sitting alone, talking. Better yet, when her mouth is all over mine. Fuck.
She better not be dirty.
“Got somethin’ else to tell you before we go to this show. Don’t flip your lid, because fuck knows you’re already in a filthy mood now.”