Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“You must be the contractor? Sorry, I couldn’t be here on time. Traffic was a bitch. I’m Dean, I see you’ve met my woman, Josie.” I turn back to look at her. “Appreciate you keepin’ the contractor here outside. Justice is crashed out I’m sure after our late night with the rocket.” Yeah, I lied, what is this fuckface going to do about it? “I know the school called, he’s not sick, just tired. Sometimes we play too hard.”
Josie gives me a half smile, “he does enjoy your time, Dean.” Her words are soft in a whisper.
“I’m not the fuckin’ contractor,” Brett states and I want to laugh. I know who he is, but no need to play all my cards in the first hand.
Ignoring him, I turn away, basically shoving the back of my cut in his face. He should know what he’s up against. Pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, I give my full attention to Josie, “Jo, baby, go on inside. I’ll take care of rescheduling the estimate for your new kitchen. Let’s have a low-key night, I’ll order dinner. You go run a bath. I won’t be far behind you.” I lean down and she instantly reads me tilting her head to me as I press my lips to hers. It’s amazing how seamless this works between us.
Unable to control myself, I deepen the kiss craving more. Only when she wraps her hands around my neck once again do I remember we have an audience and pull away. She bites her bottom lip unsure. I nod, “go get that bath started, baby. Got that garden tub for a reason, Jo.” I smirk before she looks timidly around my body to see the man. Her eyes widen in fear as she fights to keep it in check before turning around beginning to make her way inside.
“That’s my wife,” he growls as she walks away. “Josie, you’re a fuckin’ whore.”
She pauses looking at me, her face red in embarrassment. “Jo, go on inside. I’m gonna have a chat with this fella. I’m thinkin’ he doesn’t understand your divorce agreement or your protection order. I got this, baby. Go on. I’ll be right in.”
She nods before turning back around to continue inside.
The man moves closer to me but stops as Stud shoves his arm out against the man’s waist. “Yeah man, we aren’t gonna do that shit in front of the lady,” Stud informs. “You got your one insult out at her. That’s all you’re gonna get here on my brother’s front lawn.”
With his eyes locked to mine, the man sizes me up. “If you know about my divorce then you know I’m not your fuckin’ contractor. And I know this ain’t your front yard, the lease is in her name.”
I laugh. “Yeah motherfucker, clue in. I know everything there is to know about you including things your ex-wife doesn’t know. It’s my job to know seein’ as she’s mine. More than that, it’s my job to let her live the rest of her fuckin’ life without a single worry. That means letting her think I don’t know just how fucked up her situation is with you. That contractor skit was for her benefit, not yours.”
He rolls his shoulders back as if to peacock puff up at me.
“Wouldn’t do that if I was you, man,” Stud states shaking his head. “You insultin’ his woman was the only pass Raff will be givin’. And in case you need to have shit spelled out real clear because you seem a little slow on the uptake, I’m not gonna save your ass. In fact, I’m gonna sit back and watch the motherfuckin’ show.”
Brett ignores Stud. “You can’t take what isn’t available and Riff Raff,” he looks to my cut and says my road name with disdain, “she’s not on the market and definitely not for your kind.”
Right then, four more bikes pull up staring at the altercation on the grassy area between my house and Josie’s, watching, waiting, and ready to take my back. This is the life of a Hellion; I’m never on my own. Josie is going to learn she won’t be either, not ever again.
I laugh manically, “my kind, huh?” Stud laughs with me. “Well, Brett, you’ve stepped in my world. You seem to misunderstand some things especially about my kind.”
“No, I don’t need to understand shit. What you need to see is you’re the one fuckin’ my wife. There is nothing to misunderstand about that.”
Shaking my head, I inform him, “ex-wife. Since I’ve had a long fuckin’ day at work and I got a gorgeous as fuck woman waitin’ for me inside, consider this your last warning. Come back here again, get anywhere within a football field of Josie or Justice and you’ll find out just how bad my kind can be.”