Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
“No way!” she agreed before sighing deeply. “I need to spend a few hours with the relatives coming in today for the funeral. Most will gather at the house for a few hours to chat. I’m sorry I don’t get to hang out with you all day.”
“You let me know what time you need me, and I’ll be there,” Scythe assured her.
“I’d love that. Maybe you could join us for dinner out somewhere?” Winnie asked hesitantly. “They’ll return to their hotels early, so you’d only miss a couple of hours at Inferno.”
“That works perfectly. Text me the location, and I’ll meet you at the restaurant. Unless you’d rather I pick you up to drive you to dinner?”
Winnie shook her head. “No, I’ll drive away from the house. That way I can escape after dinner to come home.”
He liked how she differentiated from her mom’s house to this place as home. She might not have processed it yet, but he wasn’t letting her go. Ever.
“That’s an excellent plan, Chipmunk.” He wrapped his hand around the back of her head and drew her down for another kiss. This one was hot and passionate. He was totally in control, dominating Winnie completely. He loved how she submitted eagerly to him without reservation.
When he released her, they were both breathing hard. “Did you have a fun doctor day yesterday?” he asked, watching her expression closely. Her brightly flushed cheeks enchanted him.
“Yes. That medicine was….” Her voice trailed off as she searched for a word to describe it.
“Effective. Daddy will check on you today to see if you’re healing. I bet you’ll need some of the ointment Razor prescribed for you. I’ll go pick up your prescriptions today.”
“I can go get them. I have a copay.”
“Not happening, Little girl. Your Daddy will take care of you.”
She hesitated and opened her mouth as if she was going to argue. Scythe popped her on the butt. “Ouch! That hurt!”
“It was supposed to.”
“You can’t just spank me.”
“Are you using your safe word?” he asked.
“No.”
Scythe slapped her butt again. “Then I’ll swat your cute bottom any time you’ve earned it or I need you to alter what’s going on in your mind.”
“You don’t know what’s going on in my mind.”
“You have a very expressive face, Chipmunk. Right now, you’re wondering how long I’ve been able to figure out what you’re worrying about.”
“I… I am not!” she answered and then added, “Ouch!” when he swatted her.
“No lying, Winnie.”
Her mouth gaped open as she stared at him. “You see too much,” she finally whispered.
“Daddies do. I can also tell you’re hungry.”
Her stomach growled loudly in response. “How did you guess that?”
“I’ve learned I need to feed you when you get sassy. Let’s get up before this cute bottom is pink.”
She nodded eagerly as he squeezed her butt. “I have to potty, Daddy.”
“Go, Chipmunk. I’ll meet you in the bathroom to wash your face,” he said, raising his hands to release her.
An hour later, Winnie backed her car carefully out of the garage, and she was on her way to visit her family with a full tummy. Scythe turned from the window, missing her already. He grabbed his keys and headed for his bike. Lucien should be at Inferno.
As he drove in, Scythe noted the parking lot was filling up. He walked inside. No one monitored the door at this time, so he didn’t need to relieve anyone. A bartender waved at him, and Scythe headed behind the bar.
“Hey, I’m glad to see you,” Sherry greeted him. “Could you help me catch up with orders? I’d expect a lot of folks to be at church at this hour, but it must be empty. Everyone is here drinking mimosas.”
“Sinners love the fancy stuff,” Scythe said, grabbing the next order. Sure enough, three mimosas and a tequila sunrise. Shaking his head, he picked up the champagne bottle.
An hour later, the crowd had settled down a bit. A few Devil Daddies members had stopped to ask him about the ride tonight. Scythe had assured them he’d speak to Lucien as soon as possible. He signaled to Sherry that he was heading up to talk to the boss.
“Thank you, Scythe. We all decided we’re going to make you the Mimosa King,” Sherry shouted his way. The other bartenders bowed in his direction as if he were truly royalty.
Shaking his head, Scythe ducked out of the bar and headed for the stairs. “Ride prep,” he told Toxin, who was on guard duty.
“About time. Can we do some crunching tonight? I’m ready to rumble,” Toxin suggested as Scythe stepped onto the stairs.
“I’ll take that request under advisement.”
He knocked on the door to Lucien’s office a few minutes later. Hearing the biker call for him to enter, Scythe walked inside. “Hey, Lucien. About the ride tonight at midnight—do you have a target?”