Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 141464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
“Charlotte said no to a minivan.” Teller rubs a hand over his jaw, eyes glinting with amusement. “Ground clearance isn’t high enough.”
“Because you do so much off-roading?” Rav deadpans.
We all ignore him.
“It’s probably overkill.” Teller shrugs, smug as hell. “Six hundred eighty-two horses, tows like eight thousand pounds, electronic limited-slip diff. Not exactly a normal grocery-getter.”
“No.” Dex shakes his head. “It’s a souped up dad-wagon.”
“When are you even going to use half that shit?” Rooster asks.
“I didn’t even do any mods to it yet,” Teller continues, ignoring both of them. “It’ll haul a trailer, a double stroller, all the baby gear, and,” he tips his chin at me, “still outrun your 4Runner.”
“I should hope so.” It probably cost twenty times what my 4Runner’s worth.
“Anyway,” Teller says. “It even has a little fridge in the center console. That’s Charlotte’s favorite thing about it so far. She’ll get used to driving it eventually.”
“What’s the fridge for? To store breast milk?” Ravage asks with a straight face.
Teller whips a glare at him.
“Someone wants to die today,” Dex sings under his breath. “Painfully.”
“Can you let the grownups talk?” Teller says to Ravage.
Murphy clamps his lips together tight, trying to hold in his laughter. It’s useless. His shoulders start shaking.
Teller scowls at him. “What’s so funny?”
I glance at Rooster and Dex—both grinning like assholes.
Finally, Murphy can’t hold it in any longer. “Wrath’s right. You do sound exactly like Rock’s mini-me.”
“Can you let the grownups talk?” Dex mimics in a deep voice. “Is classic Rock. Just sayin’.”
“What were you saying?” Rock calls out as he steps out of the woods with Wrath and Z behind him.
Dex flashes an unapologetic smile at his president. “Your son’s stepping into the Papa Bear role real nice.”
“That right?” Rock hooks his arm around Teller’s neck and hugs him to his side. “What were you saying, knucklehead?”
Hell help me. I love when Rock puts Teller in his place.
Rav’s slowly tiptoeing away from our group toward the clubhouse.
Wrath catches up to him and slings his arm over his shoulders, spinning him around and back to our group. “Yeah, what was being said, Rav?”
“Uh…” Rav flicks his gaze around the circle, seeking support. Any other day, I might throw him a bone, but the breast milk comment was one too far, even for me, so today I keep my mouth shut.
“Nothing.” Rav points to Teller’s SUV. “Teller was sharing some details about his new ride. Jiggy wants to buy one.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Nah, if I spend that much on a vehicle, it better jack me off and tuck me in at night.”
Murphy snorts.
“It’s time to upgrade that 4Runner,” Wrath says, releasing Rav and sending him stumbling forward.
“Why is everyone picking on my vehicle today?” My eyes widen with outrage, and I hold my arms out wide. “Are we a motorcycle club or a truck club?”
“No one’s picking on your vehicle, Jiggy. We live in an area with brutal winters. You need something reliable,” Dex says. “I think that’s what Wrath meant.”
“No, I meant it’s a rust bucket.” Wrath shakes his head.
“Well, we can’t all be like you guys,” I wag a finger at Murphy and Teller, “collecting vehicles like you’re gettin’ ready to film your own The Fast and the Furious spin-off.”
Murphy chuckles. “No joke. My car insurance bill’s starting to look like another mortgage.”
“Well, I’m ready to buy Heidi’s little SUV from you whenever you want to sell it,” Dex offers.
Murphy nods. “I’ll bring it out to the track for her to test drive. Just let me know. It’ll be a good car for Libby while she’s going to college.”
“Wait?” Rav’s eyes bug and he frantically slaps Dex’s arm. “You’re buying a car for your ol’ lady’s little sister?”
Dex presses one finger to his lips. “Shhh. Grown-ups are talking.”
“All right.” Wrath claps his hands together. “If you’re done strokin’ each other’s tailpipes, let’s make our way to the table. We have things to discuss.”
“Finally,” Rock mutters, following Wrath inside, their boots thudding over the wooden steps.
Z stops me at the bottom of the stairs with a hand on my chest. “Everything all right with you?”
“Yeah, why?”
“With your brother?” he asks in a low enough voice not to be overheard.
I could strangle Cain for going to Crystal Ball looking for me. “I think so.”
“Where’s he staying?”
“At a hotel right now. He hasn’t really said if he’s planning to stick around or not.”
Z studies me for a moment, then flicks his gaze over my shoulder—probably clocking Rooster standing guard at my back. “Look, I don’t know your whole family history.” His mouth curls like he just bit into something rotten. “I’m sure it’s as wholesome as the rest of ours. And I only met him for a few minutes, but he seemed like a good kid. Little lost. But eager to see you.”
He got all that from five seconds with Cain?