Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Women were a different level of crazy when they were hungry… and pregnant.
I watched as Adelaide and Reina talked to the people in our town that came up to the table to buy burgers and hot dogs. Sam and I were manning the grill, leaving the two women to deal with everyone else. Neither of us were particularly friendly, nor were we people-pleasers. And while Adelaide definitely wasn’t either, she was damn good at putting a mask on. She could fake her bullshit with the best of them, and everyone that came up to buy food was eating out of the palm of her damn hand.
It probably didn’t hurt that the people in this town looked up to the Fathers of Mayhem MC. We didn’t bring trouble here, and we helped out when we could by doing things like this for the community. Though my club dealt with illegal shit, never, not in the thirty-something years this club had been established, had shit ever hit home.
And it was going to stay that way because I wanted this community to continue to be able to rely on us and trust us.
I looked over at Sam, only to find his eyes locked on Reina, his expression unreadable as he watched her. “You would be good for her,” I commented, making him drag his eyes off of her to look at me.
He arched an eyebrow at me. “What the fuck are you talking about now, River?” he demanded.
I shrugged, gesturing toward Reina with the hand holding my water bottle. “Her.” He grunted. “I caught you staring at her, Sam. You know shit doesn’t slide past me.”
He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “That woman is going through too much shit right now to want anything to do with a man,” Sam told me. “Gregory made sure he fucked her up good.”
I walked over to the grill to flip the burgers and turn the hot dogs. Sam followed me. “You won’t know unless you try. Adelaide went through her own shit, and she still let me close.”
“Adelaide is different from Reina, River.”
I looked over to where the two women were laughing at something together. Adelaide placed her hand on her belly right as I saw Jaxon move, and a small smile twitched at my lips. She had a second sense for when he was about to kick or hit her belly.
“Just give it a try, Sam,” I suggested as I closed the lid back on the grill and moved over to check on Axel, who was sleeping peacefully in his pack ‘n’ play.
“River!” a woman loudly exclaimed, making me jerk my head up. A blonde woman was making her way over to our table, her heels sinking into the soft dirt. She launched herself at me and wrapped her arms around my neck as soon as she was close enough. I narrowly avoided her trying to kiss me.
Of course, having a moment of fucking peace was impossible.
With a growl, I pried her off of me, scowling down at her. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I snapped at my ex-wife as I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring down at her.
“I told you that I was coming back to town to make things right between us, River,” she told me with a pout. I only arched an unimpressed brow at her. I had never gotten a text or a phone call. If I had, I’d have told her to keep her ass wherever the fuck she was at. “You told me okay, so here I am.” She waved her hands around her with a beaming smile.
I shook my head at her. “You had the wrong number, Lindsey,” I informed her. I jerked my head in the direction of Adelaide, who was helping a customer, but I could tell she wasn’t really paying attention to them. Her body was tense. Clearly, she was aware of what was happening behind her, and I hated that my fucking crazy ex-wife was the reason why my woman’s mood soured. “Because even if you’d had the right number, I would have told you to keep your ass right wherever the hell you ran away to when you signed your name on those divorce papers.”
Hurt flickered across her face at my words, but I was unbothered. Lindsey and I had been a young-and-dumb mistake—nothing more.
Adelaide stepped up beside me, looking Lindsey up and down, taking in her dyed, blonde hair and make-up-caked face. Lindsey was slim, and she had obviously toned up over the years. She looked a hell of a lot different from the young, eighteen-year-old girl that I had married all those years ago.
But she didn’t compare to the woman at my side—never would be able to. Adelaide was it for me.
“Who the fuck are you?” Adelaide demanded, her beautiful, brown eyes flashing dangerously.