Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Silver, doll. You’re up!”
I got up with Riggens’ heavy ass car seat and walked to the front.
“Oh, you got your hands full. Why don’t you come back and get the food?”
I would, but Officer Moran would probably call the cops on me for leaving Riggens in the car.
“I got it,” I said. “Thanks, though.”
She reluctantly handed it to me, and I headed for the door.
Officer Moran didn’t get the door, but she did follow me out only after I struggled to get out of the door with my hands super full.
I ground my teeth and headed for Aella’s car.
“Nice ride,” Officer Moran drawled. “You steal it?”
“No,” I said through gritted teeth. “It’s my sister’s. And she’s married to an anesthesiologist.”
As in, she has bookoos of money to spare, and one Cadillac Escalade Ultimate is barely a sneeze in the bucket for her husband to fork out the money for.
“I see there are some open cases on her kid,” Moran pushed as she crowded me.
That’s when I got angry.
“Back. Off!”
Moran’s eyes went up. “Why don’t you make me?”
My eyes were seething with anger as I opened my door and slammed it into her body.
She growled. “I could have you arrested for that.”
“We’re not in Podunk Kilgore!” I seethed. “You have no jurisdiction here.”
“Oh, that was a big word for you.” She pushed closer.
I put everything down, food on the ground, baby in the car but not in the base, ignored the closeness of the woman that was harassing me, and did the only thing I could.
I turned around and swung.
She didn’t see it coming because I guess she expected me to continue to be my bright and sunny self.
Not to react, but to let her push me around.
Which is why I punched her stupidly hard jaw perfectly.
One swing and bam, right in the kisser.
She fell back onto her ass, and I used that time to grab my food and jump in the backseat with Riggens.
Locking the doors, I did the only thing I could think of to do—I called Webber.
Webber answered on the first ring.
“Webb’s.”
“Piers,” I gasped as my hand started to throb.
I’m not sure why I called him Piers instead of Webber.
It was just an instinct that resonated inside of me with rightness.
“Silver,” he said. “What’s going on?”
Moran picked herself up off the grounder rubbing her jaw as I gave him the rundown of everything that happened, ending with ‘please tell Aella and Chevy what’s going on. I would, but I want to keep my phone free just in case.’
He listened to me explain, but I could already hear him on the move.
A door slammed, and then you could hear the rev of his bike. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Already have Cakes calling Chevy.”
Moran slammed her hand down onto Aella’s window, and I wondered if I should leave, but I had a feeling I was about to be dealing with cops, and I probably shouldn’t move.
Riggens started to cry, and I grabbed his pacifier and placed it into his mouth to help soothe him.
The banging kept up, but the yelling started to freak Riggens out more.
“Shhhh,” I cooed at my nephew. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.”
As in, there was a gun in my purse, and if that bitch started to get out of control, she was going down.
I didn’t care if she was a police officer or not.
The sound of a roaring set of pipes—several as a matter of fact—started to vibrate the air around us and a sense of relief filled me.
It filled Riggens as well, because the moment he heard those pipes, he started to calm down instantly.
It had me smiling despite the terrible situation.
The sirens started up, too, but neither sound stopped Moran’s banging on my window.
Spittle was gathered at the corners of her mouth and dribbling down her chin she was so intent on her task.
The bikers arrived first, but Moran still didn’t stop.
She kept slamming her hand down on the window.
She was slamming her hand so hard now that her hand was getting bloody with the force she was using.
It was disgusting, and I felt horrible about it because it was getting all over Aella’s new car.
She’d definitely need a car wash after this.
Bikers pulled in close, and before Moran could comprehend the danger she was in, she was being pushed back by a VERY angry father.
A very angry father that looked like he’d run here from the hospital.
He had sweat covering his face, anger in his eyes, and veins distended all over his arms as he forced himself to not make a move toward the crazy bitch.
Jesus, he was angry.
The hospital was a half a mile away!
The proximity of the diner to the hospital wasn’t by accident.
Since Aella and I both worked there, we’d chosen it to eat at in passing—her going into work and me coming out of work.