Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
“Hmm, he wasn’t worried about your pregnancy more about your ribs. So we will save any spankings until you no longer have pain in your ribs. But once you’re fully healed he said a few light smacks wouldn’t harm you.”
“My ribs don’t hurt.”
Um. Why did she say that? One, it sounded like she actually wanted to be spanked.
She. Did. Not.
You are such a liar.
Jeez. All right, maybe she’d always been curious. When she read her books, she’d always gravitated toward the ones with spanking scenes. And they usually turned her on.
Two, sometimes her ribs did still hurt.
“No lying,” Slade said sternly. “That’s going to get you punished.”
“What?” she cried.
“I’m thinking some lines. What do you think, guys?” Slade asked.
“Yep. Fifty lines saying I will not lie to my daddies,” Spencer said with a grin.
“Fifty!” she cried. “When am I supposed to write fifty lines?”
“Hmm, now would be a good time,” Spencer said, taking her hand. “Let’s go find a spot.”
Nooo.
They wouldn’t make her write lines while at the club, would they?
“I’ve got to get to my office and do a few things,” Slade said. He grasped her around the back of her neck and kissed her deeply.
Then Spencer led her into the club with Rock following behind them.
Yikes.
Slade leaned back in his chair with a sigh.
Everything looked good. Church was doing a better job than Alaistair had when they’d left him in charge. What a mess he’d left.
Church stepped into the room. “Everything all right? Could you follow it all?”
“Everything looks good, man. Great job. I’ve signed off on the deliveries we need. I should be able to come back one night a week soon. I should be able to start doing more work during the day, too.”
“Ramsey will be pleased. He’s been tearing his hair out and he didn’t have much to begin with.” Church smirked. “Any news on Billy?”
Anger rolled through his stomach.
“No. Fucking bastard seems to have disappeared.”
Church scowled. “I’m surprised that he can hide from Shepherd and Quaid. Where is Quaid? Did he come tonight?”
“No, he hasn’t been around much. He’s holding himself back from Indie. Thinks he doesn’t deserve her or some shit.”
“What an idiot,” Church said. “You get a second chance with someone like Indie, you grasp hold and thank God.”
Exactly.
His attention went to the door. Was someone there? Had he just seen movement?
Standing, he moved over to where the door was cracked open and glanced out.
Nothing.
Fuck. He was getting paranoid.
First, there was Billy to worry about. Then Sylvia. Now he was seeing things that weren’t there.
“You okay? Was someone there?” Church asked.
“No. I don’t know what it was. But I think I’m going to go see my girl. She’ll need to get home to bed soon. Pregnant women need a lot of rest and pampering.”
Church smirked. “Slade, the family man, huh? Never thought I’d see the day. Figured you’d be single and playing the field until you were eighty.”
Slade snorted. “I never settled down with anyone because it’s always been Indie for me. Always will be.”
Church groaned. “That’s disgustingly romantic and mushy. I feel ill.”
It was Slade’s turn to smirk. “You’ll find someone one day who makes you feel this way. Who becomes your entire world. Who you would murder for. And then I’ll have fun laughing at your downfall.”
His phone rang and he frowned as he saw it was his father. “What the fuck does he want?”
“Who?”
“My father. Like I need that conversation.”
Church grunted. He had a tense relationship with his father as well.
“I’ll leave you to it,” Church said, stepping out and closing the door.
With a sigh, he answered the phone. “What? What do you mean you think she’s gone missing?”
41
“Indie?”
She glanced up, blinking. Urgh. She was on line forty-eight. Thank God she’d numbered each line or this interruption might have completely mucked her up.
Then she realized who was speaking and stiffened. “Margo.”
Margo was Slade’s cousin. The only relative of his that she’d ever met. Well, except his father, of course.
“Hi, what are you doing here?” Indie asked, glancing up at Rock then back to Margo.
No one had mentioned that Margo might be here.
“Oh, I’m a member of the club. Have been for about six months now. Slade didn’t want to let me in. But I have photos of him in the nude so I blackmailed him.”
That explained why she’d never seen the other woman here before, she must have joined after Indie stopped coming.
But also, what?
She did? And that was kind of eww considering they were cousins.
Rock snorted. “He was three.”
Ohh. That made more sense.
“Hey, don’t ruin my fun, Stone-man,” Margo told Rock, putting her hands on her hips as she glared at him. “I like to see how icked out people get by me saying I have nude photos of Slade. Well, some people do. Other people try to buy them off me. As if I’d sell naked photos of my cousin!”