Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“I heard about Rose. Congratulations.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m shitting my fucking pants right now.”
Lash burst out laughing. “Why?”
“I’ve got a kid on the way. Do I need any other reason?” Hardy rested against the side of the clubhouse. “I don’t know. Everything right now is so totally fucked between Rose and me. I mean, how the fuck are we supposed to raise a kid? I signed the bastard divorce papers, and for all I know they’ve gone through. We’re expecting a kid, and I don’t have a clue how to win her back.” Running fingers through his hair, Hardy had never felt so fucking hopeless in all of his life. “This has to be the most fucked up moment of my life.”
“Having a kid will help, Hardy.”
“How? How will a kid help? Rose has always wanted a child, and she’s going to have what she wants, and I’m not going to be needed.”
“Then be there for her, Hardy. You love Rose, and you’re never going to fuck another woman again, so be the man she always wanted. Don’t give her the chance to think about what else she wanted. She married you. It’s your baby in her stomach, no one else’s, and no one can take that away. Not even you.”
“Is that what you do with Angel? Show her that you’re the best thing that happened to her?”
“Angel knows exactly what I feel for her. She knows there’s no other man out there for her, who’d love her like I do. Not one other man would die for her, but I would. The other thing, I won’t let any man get close enough to her. She’s mine, and that’s exactly how it’s going to stay.”
Be the better man.
Chapter Two
Gash stared over at the happy couple. Tate looked exhausted, and Murphy looked so damn happy to have another baby. Together, however, they looked content. They made for a lovely couple.
“Do you think he’ll ever get her to settle down?” Whizz asked, taking a seat beside him at the bar. Lacey was in the kitchen, and Gash turned his attention to the person he needed to get his revenge.
“How’s the fostering going?” Gash asked.
Lacey was unable to have children, and with her past of attempted suicide, along with a whole slew of other problems, Whizz had to call in a few favors from friends to get them on the list.
“We’ve not had any calls yet. Lacey doesn’t care what age she or he will be, only that she can have the chance to be a mother.” Whizz shrugged. “I’m not taking on a teenager. I don’t give a fuck what Lacey wants.”
“How does that work then?” Gash took a sip of his beer. He was interested in Whizz. They’d both suffered through a lot of shit in their time. Gash was wrongly accused of raping a woman and murdering her boyfriend. The only thing Gash had done wrong was put his dick in a hole that was more than willing to take it. He should have known the bitch was setting him up.
“The woman I’m helping out gives us files on the kids that are in desperate need of being re-homed. Lacey wants to home them all, but I don’t.”
“He’s being an ass,” Lacey said. “There’s this one kid. She’s fifteen and been in and out of foster care. He won’t budge.” Lacey placed a tray of beef nachos in front of them, kissing Whizz’s cheek.
“I’ve said we’ll go and see her. I’m not taking on some brat, Lacey.”
“We’ll see.” She kissed his cheek again and disappeared.
“I don’t know what your problem is. You can do some good in a kid’s life.”
“I know, but I want Lacey all to myself.” Whizz shrugged. “I’ve got no doubt we’ll be fostering the girl.”
“What’s her name?” Gash asked.
“Sally Taylor.” Whizz rubbed at his temples. “I know you’re only making small talk for what you really want.”
“What I want is an address, her name, whatever you can get me.”
“I’ve told you, I can’t find her.”
“I gave you all the information you need, so get it to me. You’re not called Whizz for nothing.”
“Do you really think this is going to help you find some closure?” Whizz asked.
Gash looked around the clubroom. No, he didn’t think it was going to help him find closure. He wasn’t even sure what he wanted from it. All he knew without a shadow of a doubt was that he wanted to kill the bitch and the bastard who set him up.
“What I want is to be able to end the people who put me in jail.”
Whizz looked behind him.
“You’ve already talked to Tiny. He’s given you the all clear to find them for me. Don’t make me an enemy, Whizz.”
“I’m not your enemy, brother. I know what it’s like to be hurting and to wish to harm those who have caused the pain. This is not the way.”