Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
After she sent me a quick emoji with a kiss—that made me smile ridiculously big—I was at loose ends. I didn’t want to wait around in the hotel room by myself. So, I decided to drive by the Devil’s Blaze clubhouse. I’ve met several of the guys, so I thought I could pass some time while drinking a beer and shooting the shit with them. It sounded like a good idea in my head. Getting here, I’m not so sure. The place seems kind of dead. There’re only a few prospects—Pez, Apex, and Sabre. I would have done better waiting in the hotel room alone.
“Sabre, man. Why don’t we go and get some dinner?”
“I’m good,” Sabre says, his words more than a little slurred. I’m no judge, but he seems anything but good to me.
“Man, you are supposed to go to Daphne’s tomorrow for little Cammie’s birthday party. You show up with a hangover and she will have your ass.”
“I’m not going to go,” Sabre says, not bothering to look up from his drink. He stares at it as if it may hold the answer to all of life’s secrets—secrets he’s not too happy about. I don’t know what his story is, but I heard Beau and King talking about him not being the same since his marriage broke up. They were wondering if he’d leave the club after he stepped down as Enforcer. He didn’t, but it’s clear he’s mostly checking out of life in general right now.
“Bullshit. You’re going if I have to drag you there myself. Cammie loves her papaw, and you will not break that little girl’s heart.”
“Since when did you get so close to my family?” Sabre asks, annoyed as fuck.
“Drew’s asked me to check in on them.”
“What the fuck for? That’s not your place.”
“The only other person he could ask would be you, and Drew didn’t figure your head was out of your ass enough to ask that.”
“Daphne’s married. She and Cammie are fine. I didn’t like her marrying that asshole, but he’s been good. He’s spoiled them both rotten.”
“That asshole isn’t doing shit for them. You really need to get your head out of your ass,” Pez says, sounding disgusted.
“You need to tell me whatever the fuck you’re talking about.”
“Stop feeling sorry for yourself and call Drew. You and Annie might be done, but asshole, you have a family—a good one. Get your shit together before you really do lose everything,” Pez practically snarls, before stomping off.
“Wait up, motherfucker. You and I are going to talk,” Sabre growls back. He stumbles, sliding off the stool. He puts his hand on the bar to keep himself upright.
“You okay, man?” I ask, wondering if I should help him.
“Yeah, I’m fucking awesome. Can’t you tell?” he laughs bitterly. He walks away, stumbling slightly. I don’t offer to help him. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that he wouldn’t appreciate it.
I’m about to finish my beer and get out of here when I hear a woman call my name. It’s a woman I like, but unfortunately not the woman I want. “C! What are you doing here?”
I almost panic. I was hoping I wouldn’t see her, to be honest. Pez told me she and BB were gone today. I was going to stop by tomorrow and just tell her I was passing through. Now, I need to come up with an excuse on the fly. Shit.
“Griff wanted to bring Georgia down to meet you and look at the latest project you’re working on for us. While he was here, he wanted to check out your calendar and see if we could reserve another date besides the ones we’ve already booked. At the last minute, Georgia wasn’t feeling well, so he sent me instead,” I respond, lying my ass off.
It’s a safe enough excuse, however. I know Griff will go along with it. If the club doesn’t have something to fill the extra spot, I’ll buy something. Maybe Izzy would like a new ride. I could see her driving an old truck like Beau’s. I could get it all tricked out …
“Hunter, you go get the folder for King that he wanted to go over with Skull and your dad. I’ll talk with C while you do that.”
BB looks at me, and I can tell leaving her with me is the last thing he wants. I bet he wouldn’t be happy to find out it’s not his old lady I’m after, but his little sister. Damn, my life is complicated. “I knocked Beau up. She’s mine,” he growls. “So don’t go getting any ideas.”
“Oh my God, Hunter!”
“What? I just want him to know you’re off-limits,” BB says, still frowning at me.
“Beau wouldn’t look at anyone else, and I don’t think of her like that anyway,” I assure him. “She’s a friend.”