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)
AELLA
I was feeling finnnne.
“You’re not at all upset about everything that happened today?” my sister asked.
I slid my eyes over to her. “No. Why would I be?”
“Because you were almost killed. Twice,” she pointed out.
“But both of those guys are dead, and I didn’t die. Seems pretty easy lemon squeezy to me,” I chirped.
My sister looked at me with horror in her eyes.
“Your man just punched some guy’s head into the ground and killed him. In front of like the whole hospital,” she said. “And you’re okay with that? You’re not worried about repercussions?”
I smiled.
“Can we talk about how cute motorcycle gangs are?” I teased. “I mean, inseparable friends, matching outfits, and they go on adventures together. What lucky ducks they are to have that kind of special relationship.”
There was a long, silent pause and then my sister said, “I think that you are so blindingly in love that you’re not looking at the bigger picture here. Or maybe that morphine is messing with your brain.”
“What bigger picture?” I wondered, my mouth dry.
Also, my face was beginning to hurt, but I didn’t let that stop me from talking.
I thought I’d never be able to talk again, so I was letting my mouth a little bit loose.
“The one where you’re dating a man that’s in a one percenter motorcycle club, that possibly kills people, that has such a bad rap that they are on every watch list in the United States and Canada, oh…and let’s not forget the little fact that one of them, which happens to be your father, has promised to make our mother’s life a living hell for the rest of her life.” She paused for breath after that long sentence. “Not that I’m too upset about that last part. If anyone deserved to have their life ruined, it would be her.” She paused again. “I just ran my credit again and found three more loans taken out in my name.”
“Apollo will take care of it. He’s a badass and can do anything,” I chattered. “Have you seen my fiancé yet?”
“Right here.”
I turned my head slowly—because even I knew that turning it fast would cause a lot of pain—and found Chevy at the door, leaning against the doorjamb.
He was wearing a white t-shirt, faded jeans, and a backward facing ball cap.
I’d never seen anything so sexy in my life.
“Your cut,” I said. “It’s missing.”
He grinned. “Don’t wear it in this hospital. They told me one time if I did, I’d get fired. Can’t have any gang affiliation.”
“Losers,” I grumbled. “My face hurts.”
His eyes studied said face, taking in everything before saying, “It’s still as pretty as ever.”
I snorted. “It’s not.”
He pushed off the door and headed my way, his arms still crossed over his chest.
He studied my face for so long that I picked up my hand to touch my face.
He caught my hand before I could touch it and said, “You’ll have a very small scar, if at all.”
His hand engulfed my own, and he squeezed it lightly, brushing his large thumb over my knuckles.
I didn’t bother asking him where he’d been.
I knew.
“Did you kill him?” I blurted.
The man that’d come into my room earlier had shot something into the IV line at my hand, and that was the last thing I remembered before waking up.
My sister had informed me of what happened—an attempt on my life for a second time. She’d also told me that Chevy had killed the person, yet no one would talk to me about it. It was like they expected me to lose it.
Still, there was no Chevy until now.
His eyes twinkled as he said, “Of course I didn’t kill anyone.”
That was a lie.
I could see it in his eyes.
He’d done something.
He may not have killed whomever it was that’d done this to me, but he’d found them.
“Do you mind getting me some water?” I turned to Silver.
Silver got up and left without a word, and I saw her meet my dad outside as they spoke in soft tones.
I turned back to the man who was slowly becoming my reason for living and said, “I hope you make it hurt.”
His eyes twinkled as he replied, “Oh, baby. It would be nothing but a pleasure.”
He took Silver’s vacated seat, and he whispered sweet nothings in my ear.
He explained everything that had gone on in the last six hours.
He also pulled up a camera feed on his phone that showed what looked to be an underground parking area of some sort.
There was a temperature on the camera feed that read 103.
“Dang, it’s hot,” I said. “It’s only eight in the morning.”
“Gonna be a scorcher,” he teased as he shoved the phone into his pocket, cutting off the feed of a rocking limousine.
“What about the other guy?” I asked.
He winced. “Nothing that a little talk with the police didn’t fix.”