Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“You want me to take care of your daughter?”
Why did she look so damn shocked? “Yeah. I mean, she goes to school and shit so it wouldn’t be full time.”
“I’m—”
“You too fuckin’ good for that?”
She plucked at her chef’s coat. “Maybe you missed it, but I already have a job.”
“Don’t mean you still can’t do it.”
“Maybe you didn’t notice him that day, but I also have a son.” The sarcasm in her voice was thick.
“Of course I fuckin’ noticed. He was bawlin’ and blowin’ snot bubbles. But you havin’ a kid means you already know what the fuck you’re doin’. Don’t gotta train you.”
“Don’t have to train me?” she repeated slowly.
“Yeah. Already take care of one kid, what’s another?”
She grimaced. “Umm. Well…thank you for thinking of me, but I’ll have to pass.”
“Can protect you better than that useless protection order.”
“Maybe I don’t need personal protection.”
He grabbed her chin and tilted her head this way and that, making it obvious he was inspecting her face. “How long were you in the hospital?”
Her mouth gaped open for a few seconds before she answered, “Two days.”
“Two fuckin’ days too many.”
“I agree.”
“Never should’ve been alone with him.”
“I agree with that statement, too.”
“Will make sure that never happens again.”
Her blue eyes went wide. “Are you saying you’ll be my bodyguard twenty-four-seven?”
He could practically taste her disbelief. “No.”
She threw up a hand. “Then…”
“Got a whole fuckin’ club behind me. If you’re under my protection, you’re under the protection of twenty-three of my brothers and eight prospects.” And a Presa Canario that probably weighed as much as she did and had much bigger teeth.
“What’s a prospect?”
This woman didn’t know shit about MCs. Time would tell if that would work for him or against him. “Dog shit.”
“How would dog shit protect me?”
He shook his head. “Woman. Stop takin’ shit literally. They gotta prove they’re worthy of wearin’ our colors.”
“How do they do that?”
“By doin’ whatever we tell them to do.”
“Murder?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Yeah, sure?” she echoed, then shook her head. “While I appreciate it, as of now, I’ll need to process this generous offer.”
Bullshit. “You ain’t gonna think about it.”
“I have to consider Wren, too.”
“Wren?”
“My son.”
“His name is Wren?” He fought to keep his expression locked down. He didn’t want to piss her off before he could convince her to move in with some random biker. That random biker being him. “Like the fuckin’ bird?”
“Yes, like the bird.”
“Ain’t short for nothin’?”
“No.”
Don’t react, asshole. No snort, no laugh, not even a fuckin’ grin. “Then, gonna protect your baby bird, too.”
She sighed. “Like I said, I’ll give it some thought.”
“Don’t got time for that. Need someone to help with Sunny now.”
“Then the answer is no,” she said with a shrug.
“Don’t like that answer.”
“It’s the only one you’re getting.”
“You got a place?”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Like a house?”
“Yeah, you know...the place where you fuckin’ live.”
“Yes, for now.”
“What does that mean?”
“I got the house in the divorce but, unfortunately, the mortgage is more than I can handle right now. That’s why I don’t have time to be a nanny for your daughter. I can barely take care of my own child.”
“Ain’t gonna be a nanny.”
“Sure sounds like that’s what you’re looking for.”
“Can’t make the payments?” If not, this could help him convince her.
“It’s a struggle.”
“Why?”
“Vic had stopped paying child support even before he was arrested. He won’t help keep a roof over his own son’s head.”
“Why not?” Besides the fact her ex was a complete asshole.
“He wants me to lose the house. If I’m homeless, he figures he can fight for custody by claiming I’m an unfit mother. He wants to say I can’t give Wren a stable home. That I’m irresponsible and can’t care for him properly.”
“That true?”
Her blonde head twitched. “That I’m a bad mother?”
“No, that he can pull that shit when he’s the motherfucker not payin’ child support.”
She shrugged. “He has the money to pay a good lawyer while I’m financially struggling and can’t.”
“How? He’s doin’ time for beatin’ the fuck outta you.”
“His brother has a very successful chain of car dealerships and has powerful connections. Vic began working for him after we split.”
“Get the courts to garnish his fuckin’ wages.”
“He lied and told the courts he was unemployed and now, due to his prison sentence, he’s unemployable. But I know he was getting cash under the table while working for his brother. By getting paid in cash—”
“They can’t garnish his fuckin’ wages.” Un-fuckin’-believable.
“Yes. He claims I destroyed his life by divorcing him, fighting for sole custody of Wren, asking for child support, and for getting him arrested, like that was my fault. His list of grievances against me is long. He wanted to destroy me financially in retaliation and I’m sure that won’t change when he gets out.”
“Petty motherfucker.”
“That’s putting it mildly. The divorce brought out a mean streak I never knew he had.”