Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
The three tight-knit cities had housed a massive chapter for the Dixie Wardens, and they’d vouched for us.
They gave us a back story when we had none.
And now we were all a part of them.
Well, all of us but one.
Romeo hadn’t joined the club.
He’d been content in his life and had dropped out of “prospecting” as soon as it was believable.
Plus, Romeo was Apollo’s brother-in-law.
He had a backup plan if his life didn’t pan out the way he wanted it to—or he got caught.
The rest of us? We had Apollo, but we didn’t have as tight of a connection.
So, we’d assimilated.
We’d deep dived into the motorcycle club life.
And, surprisingly, the rest of us had all liked it.
I’d never in my life thought that I would call myself an MC member.
Yet, there I was doing it.
Overall, I liked my newfound family.
They left me alone, I left them alone.
They came to me when they needed stitched up.
I came to them when I needed a break from my life.
It was a definite give and take.
But Black had been the best friend that I never knew I wanted.
He understood my anger and let me deal with it, while also hanging around and being a shoulder to lean on even when I didn’t want it.
“They going to be able to spare you for however long it takes?” Black asked.
I sighed. “Hopefully. They said they’d call someone down from another county if needed, but let’s face it. Nothing much happens in Jesper County. The last medical examination I had to do was a month ago.”
“Famous last words.” Black laughed. “Good thing you have the governor’s money to live off of.”
That was another fun little perk.
When Apollo had created my new life, he’d funneled every single cent that Man Wise had accrued over his lifetime and given it to me. With Man having no living heirs, and a new wife that we all knew didn’t fuckin’ need it, Apollo had decided that I should get the money for my pain and suffering.
Seeing as I hated that man and didn’t care if I lived off the money he made, I’d taken him up on the offer.
But I’d also made sure to donate a lot of it, too.
“Heading out, I guess,” I grumbled. “It’s going to take me two hours to get there.”
“Got it.”
Black hung up without saying goodbye, but I didn’t fault him for it.
I did the same to him when I was done with conversations.
Another reason we got along so well.
We were both assholes.
Heading out the door, I was zero surprised when I saw Bernice waving at me.
I jerked my chin toward her in a hello, but didn’t wave back.
Bernice was Creed’s sister. Creed was another member of the Dixie Wardens, as well as one of the men that’d escaped prison with me. He was a good guy, as was his sister.
But Bernice was too damn nice.
Way too damn nice.
I’d never go there.
It’d be like kicking a puppy if I ever raised my voice at her.
“Hey, I was wondering if you could give me a ride to work today.” She skipped over, a smile on her face. “My car won’t start.”
I looked at her car, then at her.
Then spotted Huxley across the road and down several houses.
Huxley, who also worked at The Mercantile with her.
Well, sort of.
His parents owned The Mercantile, and he worked behind it, still attached to the building, in his own butcher shop.
“Hux!”
His head whipped around and he stared at me in surprise. Likely because I’d even acknowledged him at all.
His tattoos flashed as he raised his hand and waved.
That’s when I stepped to the side and he saw Bernice.
His face went completely blank.
“You’re leaving for work, right?” I questioned.
He nodded once.
“Can you give her a ride to work?” I asked. “I have to go to Bozeman, the complete opposite way that y’all are going. And her car won’t start.”
He nodded once.
That was it.
I looked back at Bernice, who was staring at me like I’d just betrayed her.
“There’s your ride,” I said.
She nodded. “Thanks.”
I didn’t reply with a “you’re welcome” because I didn’t do anything.
That, and I tried not to talk.
It hurt.
I had a cold last week and I was still recovering from the sore throat.
That, and the cough wasn’t fucking helping.
Today should be fun as I tried to sit among a lot of people in an enclosed room.
Everyone would be looking.
Fuckin’ awesome.
Two
Why are threesomes only for sex? I want to join into a couple’s argument.
—Constance’s secret thoughts
Constance
“Con Con!”
I looked at my daughter, who actually had some life to her now that we’d moved to Montana and found this mysterious blood donor.
“Why are you calling me that instead of mommy?” I asked her.
She smiled. “Sandy at school calls her mom by her first name.”
“Well, that’s Sandy. Not you,” I pointed out. “Have a good day at school today, okay? Remember, Grandma is going to pick you up.”