Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“What are you two talking about?” Hazel asked, walking into the kitchen and yawning as she did.
“We’re talking about last night at the bar. Someone set Pat’s bike on fire, and it fucking exploded,” Violet said.
“Pat?” Hazel asked.
“Yeah, one of the members of the Chaos and Carnage MC. Someone is going to get messed up,” Violet said. “And this is important because our girl Ava was dancing with him last night.”
She had no chance to make her escape as their gazes turned toward her. As if she was judging her as well, Bernice turned to look up at her. Great, now they were all staring.
“So? What has that got to do with anything? I can dance with whoever I want to.”
“I know that, honey, but ... this could spell trouble for the club,” Hazel said. Her mother poured herself some coffee and then, holding the mug and the pot in her hand, she tilted her head to the sky, clicked her tongue, and shook her head.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I was just trying to figure out when the last bunch of real trouble came to Carnage is all. It has been some time since anyone has dared attack them, especially directly like that.”
“Wait, what?” Violet asked. “You mean it has been more serious or something?”
“Well of course it has. Chaos and Carnage MC haven’t always had an easy time in town. A lot of the locals got fed up of gangs and stuff just driving through town. I can’t even remember the man’s name that was in charge of it before. Bull and Grant’s father was a piece of work, and not a nice guy either.” Hazel’s nose wrinkled. “The guy had a problem with anyone who didn’t look a certain way.”
“A certain way?” Ava asked.
“Yeah, he liked them blonde, slender, and easy. Those were always his demands.”
“How do you know this?” Violet asked.
“Lived here all my life. Listened to your grandparents when they were alive, and learned to steer clear of the club. I know my mom was terrified of me even thinking of going to one of their parties.”
Ava didn’t like this. She liked Pat. After last night, she didn’t know if what she heard was real, or if she had somehow made it up. There had been no alcohol in the few sips of juice she drank, so there was no reason for her to be worrying about being drunk.
“They’re not like that,” Ava said. “Pat’s a good guy.”
Hazel sighed. “I’m not going to do what my mother did, sweetheart, and forbid you from talking to him. The club has changed a lot since then, and I’ve seen the difference. This is not good, though, and all I ask of you is to be careful. You’re a grown woman, and you’re free to make your own choices. You always will.” Hazel moved toward her and stroked her hair. “Besides that bit of excitement, did you two have fun last night?”
Violet groaned. “Hell, no, after that happened, Pat shoved me, Lidia, and Ava into her car and told us to get each other home safely. I got one pesky little dance. That was it.”
“I’m sorry,” Hazel said.
“How was Bernice?” Ava asked.
“A dream.” Hazel took a long sip of her coffee. “How about I make you girls some of my pancakes, and then we get to the shop?”
Ava wanted to have something to do with her hands, and seeing as she could also take Bernice to the shop and keep her in the staff room, it was a win-win.
“Yeah, I’d love them.”
Hazel went into the pantry to grab the necessary ingredients while Violet came toward her. “You know, you blushed a lot when Pat was mentioned. Did he say anything last night? Did he do anything? Did he come to your bedroom window and sneak in?”
She raised her eyebrows at just how many questions her sister was asking. They were coming at her, one after the other, after the other.
“You’re just full of those questions today, aren’t you?” Ava asked.
“What can I say? I’ve never seen my sister so into a guy that she would be willing to dance with him. In fact, I don’t even think you went to prom.”
“There was no point in going to prom,” Ava said.
“True, but I have a feeling if Pat asked you, you’d be more than happy to go on that special date.”
She wanted to roll her eyes at her sister, but she didn’t. There was no point in even denying it, because it was a tiny bit true. If Pat did ask her to go to a prom, she would go in a heartbeat. Did that make her a sucker? A doormat? Damn it.
Being with Pat excited her. What was wrong with wanting to be with someone who thrilled her? It wasn’t like anything was going to happen. She wasn’t even sure if what she heard him say was accurate. Besides, there were no numbers swapped, no dates mentioned.