Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“You took my rent money!” I screeched at the bitch of an egg donor.
When my mom was on my floor, and I straddled her body, I reared back and started punching her.
“It’s not enough that you stole our credit, and our ability to have a simple bank account, but now you’re sweet talking yourself into our apartments and stealing our money? You’re such a fucking bitch!” I reared back and let a punch loose on the bitch. “Give it back!”
I hit her again before punctuating that hit with, “And you took my brand-new shoes! Do you know how fucking sick I was to spend fifteen dollars on those? I’m too scared to even wear them to work because I don’t want them to get ruined! Yet you took them? You are the worst piece of filth I’ve ever met in my life, and I wish you’d fucking die!”
That was harsh to hear, I was sure, but that’s the way I felt.
I hated her with every single breath that I took.
Once she was no longer moving anymore, I stood up and yanked the shoes off her feet.
Then I started to clear out her pockets.
I found the case for the AirPods and then yanked the earbuds out of her ears, which I was surprised to find were still in place.
After I had those, I took her car keys and marched out of the building, heading straight to her car.
I felt more than saw the wall of muscle follow me.
Thankfully, one of the large men turned on a large spotlight, giving me a clear view of her car.
It was new.
If my mom was one thing, it was a survivor.
She’d con anyone, and that usually meant a lot of men that had money.
Likely, she’d conned some poor guy and taken his car. Or he’d been too stupid and had bought it just for her.
Whatever happened, I couldn’t stop myself from picking up a large rock that I saw next to the door I’d exited and heading toward the gleaming thing.
I bleeped the locks to make sure that I had the correct one, and when I saw the lights flash, I took the rock and slammed it into her passenger side window.
“What are you doing?” I heard my mother cry. “That’s my car!”
I pulled the rock back and did it to the windshield next, loving the way the glass crunched.
“She’s feisty…” I heard replied.
I turned to find two more bikers come up from the back somewhere but dismissed them almost immediately.
“I know,” I thought I might’ve heard Chevy say.
After my fingers started to hurt, I unlocked the car, then went to my phone which miraculously was still in my pocket and went back to the app that allowed me to find my things.
The beeping started, and I pawed through all of her shit, throwing things that I didn’t need out of the car door, until I found all of my money and then some hiding under her passenger seat.
I yanked it out, then stopped when I saw my jewelry.
All of my jewelry.
Even some of my jewelry that she’d stolen years ago.
Anger hit me all over again, but I breathed through it.
Spotting a bag in the back seat, I saw it was filled with clothes.
New clothes.
Nice clothes.
I kept the clothes in there, then started to pull my jewelry out from under the seat.
Then I went through her car like I was a crime scene tech, taking everything that might be of value as I did.
I took paperwork, too, and some glasses that she probably stole from a store.
When I spotted a knife in the center console, I figured, why the fuck not?
I started slicing her seats, uncaring and unaffected.
By the time I was through, there was a pile of shit next to the car that I was planning on keeping, and my arms were shaking from the effort.
My last stop was the trunk, which I popped.
When it opened with a light click, I yanked it open and then stared.
Six
Affectionate friends scare me. Why TF are you hugging me?
—Chevy to Doc
CHEVY
I was in love.
There was no other way to describe the feeling that I was experiencing at that moment in time.
“Dibs.”
I was already shaking my head. “Absolutely not. She’s mine.”
And had been for a while.
“You are full of shit.” Webber laughed, thinking I was joking.
I wasn’t.
The woman that was apparently somehow related to Aella started to struggle in my arms again, but I gave her a good shake and said, “Stop. You’re not getting free.”
She fought harder.
“She’s ruining my brand-new car!” she cried out. “You’re the worst daughter ever!”
She elbowed me in the gut and tried to break free again, but I stilled her fight easily with one hand.
“You should’ve thought about that before you pissed her off so bad,” Apollo muttered, surprising me with his sudden appearance.