Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“Yep,” Jude replies. “I’ll take the ribeye, medium rare, mashed potatoes, and house salad with a Coke, please. Do you want Ronnie’s order now, too?”
“Yes, please. I’ll tell the chef to hold it back until I process the ticket.” Letty is gorgeous every day of the week, but when she’s working and in charge, she’s fucking dynamite. “That’s cool. She’ll take the parmesan crusted chicken, loaded baked potato, and strawberry salad.”
“You and Lyric?” she asks Jagger.
“Ribeye as well, same as Jude’s, medium rare, mac and cheese, and asparagus. Lyric wants the sirloin with fries and brussels sprouts.” Jagger shakes his head. “Her food choices are weird, but I’m not questioning them.”
“I wouldn’t either. When a woman is hungry, you don’t get in her way,” Letty murmurs.
“Fucking A, you are right,” Jude acknowledges.
“What do you want?” Letty looks at me. I quirk an eyebrow and watch as she realizes what her question could refer to, it’s loaded as hell. “Food, Matthew, food.”
I lean into her, my mouth hovering near Letty’s ear. “The meal you cooked back when it all started, when you watched me jack my cock. And, kitten, I’d much rather eat you, but this will do until we get home.” My woman gets flustered, furiously writing shit down at a pace that’s wild even for her. The tip of her tongue slides along her lower lip, and once she’s done writing, she closes her notepad, slides out of the seat, and stands up.
“I’ll get your orders in and bring your drinks around, too. It might be a few minutes since I have other tables, but I’ll join you once the food is ready.” She’s talking to the whole table, yet her eyes don’t leave mine.
“Sounds good,” Jagger says, clearing his throat. I send a wink Letty’s way, and then she’s off.
“Perfect timing. Trent just pulled up and is making his way inside now. I went ahead and sent the pictures Colt took to him. He ran some kind of test, figured out the type of knife, and gave him the make and model of the vehicle. He ran the tag himself to make it all look kosher before all of this and found out the dude has warrants. They aren’t for a simple failure to appear, either, a violation of probation situation.”
“Fucking fuck.” This is not going to go well. I can already feel it.
“Oh, it gets better. Letty was one of the three women he did what he did to. One from Twisted Oak, along with your woman, the other from Oak & Brew. Trent found out that little tidbit once he started digging some more and found the police report,” Jude finishes the story.
“And here’s our guy now,” Jagger says when he notices Trent and his partner walking toward us.
“Hey, Trent, Chase, appreciate you all dealing with this,” I tell them by way of greeting.
“Hey, Matthew, Jude, Jagger. Sucks like hell with this going on and around town, no less, but especially to one of ours,” Trent states, shaking our hands.
“Happy I could help,” Jude says with smugness. Fucker deserves it, making the world a better place in one form or another. Nobody talks about what Jude has and hasn’t done. His sneaky ways are slowly working for the people we love, including his sister, Rory.
“Yeah, yeah. Do us a favor, though, and don’t intervene.” Chase and his rational side.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Jagger says what we’re all thinking.
“Get a badge, then we’ll talk.” Trent shakes his head at Chase’s remark. He should know by now that saying something like that to Jagger is like waving a red flag in a crowd of bulls.
“Might just do that.” Trent looks over his shoulder, then at our table. He doesn’t say much. Jagger will do what Jagger does best: pester you until he gets his way. And there aren’t a whole hell of a lot of people who are immune to his way of thinking.
“Alright, sit tight. We’re going to head on over. Hopefully, he won’t resist arrest and Letty will be none the wiser. We’ll conduct as much as we can, do a sweep of his car while the others are tossing the place he’s staying at. A pay-by-the-day situation, if you catch my drift.” Trent doesn’t give any of us time to respond, which is probably for the better, too, since Letty rounds the corner. She stops short with a look of confusion written on her face, then shakes her head, clearing whatever thought she had, and moves toward us. A to-go bag for Jagger and a tray of drinks for Jude, me, and Letty in her hands.
“What’s that all about?” She places the bag, along with our drinks, on the table and slides back into her place beside me, where she always fucking belongs. Not in front of me or behind me, my kitten more than deserves to stand right beside me, with her head held high, not looking over her goddamn shoulder.