Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“I don’t like the fact that you’re a cop.” He shrugs, and for the first time since I admitted the truth, he relaxes a bit. “It was easier to just pretend you weren’t.”
“Now what?” I have to ask. “You guys going to kill me?”
“What the fuck, Blake?” Pinch looks at me like I kicked his puppy. Even Maddox takes a step back and side-eyes me like I’m the crazy one.
“Well, what the hell am I supposed to think?” My anger has taken over. I’m running on pure adrenaline and anxiety.
“Think of it like a job interview, only we didn’t want you to realize you were applying.”
“It took you two fucking years to figure out that you wanted me for the job?” The question rips up my throat with outrage.
“Well technically we wanted to patch you last year, but Pres liked fucking with you or something and you didn’t seem like you were in a rush.”
“Why didn’t he tell me before last week?” It fucking hurts. I can’t help it. I wanted to be patched, but not as a fucking undercover cop. My rage fades as I realize what a blow it was for them to know and not tell me.
Pinch shrugs. “Maybe he wanted to see if you’d tell him.”
“Shit.” If that’s the case, then I failed him. I’m not as close to Linc as I am with Maddox. In fact, I’ve kept a lot of shit that the two of us have gotten into from Linc. Now it’s just guilt eating at me. I’ve got to talk to Linc, ASAP.
“What about the chick?” Pinch’s question makes my fists clench and my blood run cold.
“What about her?” I can’t help the growl that escapes.
“Well, you making her your old lady?” His question lifts a fucking ton of weight off my shoulders. I almost smile. Almost.
“If I’d known her more than a few hours, I’d be able to answer that. For now, just keep your hands off.”
Pinch lets out his signature, high-pitched laugh looking crazy as fuck and Maddox shakes his head, making the ghost of a smile on my face vanish. His lips are pressed in a hard line. He hasn’t looked at me like that since I first came to the club. I feel like I failed him.
“We good?” I ask him in all seriousness. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost him. The thought makes my chest feel hollow.
“Yeah.” His hard eyes soften and he grabs me in a bear hug. I pat him hard on the back. Thank fuck.
“I’m fucking sorry.”
“Me too, brother.” He grabs the piece of paper in my hands. “You sure you don’t want help fucking this guy up?” A grin spreads across my face.
“I guess I could use some help.”
“Go take your hellcat home and let me know where to meet you.”
I shake out my shoulders and nod at the guys, leaving the back room feeling like I can breathe easy. The weight that’s been holding me down for years has finally been lifted. I still need to talk to Linc though. Guilt starts to creep up again, but I push it aside. I’ll take care of Marie first.
I search the bar for her, but she’s not there. I grab my barstool and wait for her to come back from the bathroom, figuring that must be where she went. After a few minutes pass, I start to get up thinking she must be upstairs still, but Tammy sidles up next to me, halting my movement.
“Whatcha doing tonight, Blake?” Her flirtatious tone is unwelcome. She knows damn well I’m here with Marie. I noticeably lean away from her; if my hellcat comes back down and sees me with Tammy, I don’t know what she’ll think. Hopefully the way I’m sitting will make it obvious that I’m not interested. To both of them.
“I came here with my girl.”
Tammy’s a pretty little thing, but she just wants to be on the arm of any of the members. I don’t have any problems letting her down easy.
“I know, but she just left.”
I stare at her and my brow furrows in confusion and disbelief. “What?” I look around the main room, searching for her gorgeous ass.
“Yeah, she asked to use my phone and took off.” She says the words easily and leans closer to me, putting her hand on my thigh. I push her off the second her hand hits me. She protests, looking wounded by my rejection, but I don’t give a fuck.
She fucking left me? I try to swallow down the lump forming in my throat. I really thought we had something. My fist slams on the bar. I fucking know we had something special between us. It’s my own damn fault. I pushed her too hard, too fast. It’s the way I’ve always been. Fuck! I finally got everything straightened out with the MC and the same fucking night, she leaves me. I’ve got to get her back. I’m not going to let her go without fighting for her.