Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Andrew scrambled to his feet. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. The club asked me to install these.”
Big Dick lashed out, slamming his fist into the man’s face. “Try again.”
The other man let out a cry, putting his fingers to his nose. He hadn’t broken it yet, he was going easy on the coward. He needed him to start talking, and the only way to do that was if he was still able to speak. It was taking every ounce of control he possessed to keep his shit together.
Andrew put his hands out, and Big Dick grabbed a wrist, twisting it, The other man went straight to his knees, crying out.
“I don’t know what this is about, but I was working at the bakery when one of the guys came to me. He was wearing your leather cut, he told me you wanted extra security, and to install them.” He let out a cry. “He even wanted me to remove the screws from one of the vents, so they were easily changed.”
“And you didn’t think to take this up with Smokey?”
“I was told Smokey was busy, and this rule came from him. Also, I had to give him the set of keys as well, because you had lost a set.”
Big Dick didn’t like this. This was horseshit. He looked down at Andrew and just knew the man wasn’t lying.
“You gave them the spare keys?” he asked.
“Well, yeah, it was an instruction to do so.”
“Fuck!” He ran fingers through his hair. The Twisted Bastards MC hadn’t gone at all. They were playing with them. “You ever seen this guy at the club?”
“What? No, he said he was new and talking about working through his time of being a prospect and stuff like that. I didn’t understand it. I don’t do club politics, man. That is not my job. I was asked to do a job, that was it. That is all it was, I swear.”
Big Dick looked at him and finally let his wrist go. “He say anything else?”
“What? No. I haven’t seen him since. Why would I? I’ve got different jobs to do.”
“And you’re doing them now?” Big Dick asked, looking around at the state of Andrew’s place.
“You caught me at a bad time. With Larissa—”
“Don’t say her name.”
“I liked her, okay? I ... wanted to be with her.”
“Even after you pursued my sister?” he asked.
“Harlow never saw me as anything other than a friend. I swear I didn’t cheat on her, but Larissa is different. She has this smile that just lights up your world, and you know she is pretty damn special. She is going to make a wonderful mother and a wife, and I blew it.”
“You ran away after she had gotten shot. No woman wants a coward, not even Larissa.”
“I never thought I was a coward. I just ... I got scared.”
He glared at him, because no matter his excuses, he still ran away.
“I suggest you move on,” Big Dick said.
With that, he turned on his heel and walked out of the house. There was no way he could kill Andrew. First, Kenny didn’t deserve to find his brother dead. Second, he needed to tell Smokey the bad fucking news that right under their noses, the Twisted Bastards MC had been functioning this whole time.
He needed to get his head out of the fucking clouds and back on the game. He had to stop thinking about Larissa and focus on the club.
If he didn’t do that soon, it was going to cost them, big time.
****
It was a warm night. The summer was truly holding its grip in Fort Clover, but that didn’t stop Larissa from heading downstairs to make one of her favorite drinks of all time, hot chocolate.
She poured the milk into a saucepan.
Now, she had come to love chocolate bombs, they were the best. All she had to do was put the milk in a saucepan, let it come to a bubble, add the chocolate bomb in the mug, pour hot milk over, and ta-da, hot chocolate. Sometimes she would whip up some sweetened heavy cream, other times, she would just enjoy the hot chocolate.
It had been a long day at the bakery. It was also a busy one that had ended with Ava coming into the bakery and letting her know she had the rest of the week off.
Larissa didn’t like this, but she was going to enjoy the break. Unfortunately, it had coincided with her father’s trip out of town. He told her he was going to a convention. He’d been a little hazy on the details, but it was too late to get a ticket to join him. So, she was on her own until he came back in a couple of weeks. When she had been too young to stay home alone, he’d taken her along. In recent years, with work obligations, she had stayed home.