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)
Adam stared at him for several long seconds before arguing, “You can’t have proof of anything.”
“Oh, but I do. Here, you can see for yourself.” He tossed the flash drive to the other man, who bumbled it and dropped it onto the floor.
“Wow. Maybe I should investigate if your degree is actually valid. Didn’t you have a baseball scholarship as a catcher for your undergrad studies?”
Adam’s pale face lost more color. Oh, that struck a chord. Scythe mentally thanked Pirate for expanding his investigation to include the father.
The man straightened his slumped shoulders and went on the offensive. “You’re not going to do any of this.”
Scythe smiled. “Of course I am.”
“You have to be the biker my daughter scoffed about, who visited that worthless second-grade teacher. Her job will be gone tomorrow. The school resource officer ran your license. I can file a police report against you,” Adam Young assured him, assuming his superintendent poise.
“Even if your guess is correct, that’s not going to happen.”
“Why?” Adam seemed confused by Scythe’s confidence.
“No one messes with my MC and survives. Now, would you rather I shoot you or knock you out?”
“What! I don’t want either of….”
Scythe approved of the superintendent’s choice as his fist landed squarely. Adam’s eyes rolled back in his head as he slumped sideways on the bed, a lump already rising through his thinning hair.
Scythe shook the sting from his hand. Messing with a man who grew up intimidating two-thousand-pound bulls wasn’t smart. Adam hadn’t required more than a tap to send him to sleep. Standing, he kicked the flash drive a bit farther under the bed. He’d enjoy the mental picture of Adam struggling to fish it out.
He walked down the hall and slammed the side of his fist against the door Ellen Young still pounded on. She screamed and scurried away from the barrier.
“Convince your husband to do the right thing. You don’t want to see what comes next,” Scythe growled through the wood.
He turned and picked up the abandoned cookie. No need to leave it. Strolling down the stairs, he munched on the treat as he left through the back door.
Chapter 23
The funeral was lovely and touching. Winnie cried frequently, but Scythe was by her side, lending her strength and handing her tissues. She glanced at the handsome man as they stood outside the small church, accepting condolences and smiling about precious memories that others had stopped to share with her.
He rocked that suit. Watching him get dressed had completely distracted Winnie. She’d barely contained her impulse to jump him. Maybe he’d play billionaire and poor teacher when they got home. She chuckled at that erotic fantasy. Wow, had her life changed.
Winnie hadn’t thought it was possible for Scythe to charm Aunt Beatrice more, but one look at him dressed formally had wowed the older woman. Scythe had even handled Belinda’s flirting with finesse. All the boys had preferred her stepsister when they’d grown up. Having Scythe devoted to her made the teenage angst fade into oblivion. She’d won the best prize by waiting to find him.
As the crowd thinned, Winnie’s phone buzzed with an incoming message. Seeing Abby’s name on her screen, Winnie pulled it up. After scanning it quickly, she forced herself to read it a second time. Her mind whirled with the information on the brief note.
“Is everything okay, Winnie?” Scythe asked, his brows coming together in concern.
“You’re not going to believe this!”
“What, Chipmunk?”
“The school board has called an emergency meeting for this evening. The gossip is that the superintendent has resigned. I can’t believe this is happening! According to Abby, reporters and cameras had swarmed around East Elementary when they took the kids out for recess this morning. The resource officer kept them off school property, but they had lined up on the sidewalk across the street,” Winnie said. “I’m going to the meeting this evening.”
“I’ll go with you,” he answered immediately.
“I’d love that. My friends want to meet you. I have to go to lunch with my family. Go check in at Inferno. Shall we meet at the district’s head office?”
“That would work best. Are you okay without me joining you at lunch?”
“That’s probably best. I think several of my cousins are going to pressure you to introduce them to some hot bikers.”
“They aren’t ready for a Devil Daddy,” Scythe assured her.
“But I am?”
“You are perfect for one specific Devil Daddy named Scythe.”
“And he’s perfect for me,” Winnie pointed out. “Everyone is heading for lunch. Can I drop you off at your bike and steal a kiss with no one watching?”
“You read my mind, Little girl.”
A short time later, Scythe disappeared from her view when he walked into the door of her mom’s house to change out of his suit. She’d miss him at lunch, but his MC needed him now.
Winnie pressed her fingers to her lips, hoping no one would know how many kisses she’d exchanged with her Daddy. He really was the best at everything.