Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 139088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 695(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 695(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
They both knew this was it. Together forever.
What Luna didn’t know was that Knox had secrets.
Secrets that tore them apart.
But when Knox asked for them to continue being friends—for the sake of their crew, and so he wouldn’t lose her—Luna loved him enough to say yes. Yes to the torture of being in the life of a man who was the love of hers, but he let her go.
Then, Knox gets shot. He gets shot not because he’s got a dangerous job (which he does), but because his family is an absolute mess.
With the man who means everything to her recuperating, Luna can’t keep away.
While Luna tries to keep the Angels safe from interfering in Knox’s family’s criminal enterprises, she and Knox circle each other, drawing a different kind of blood.
Will Knox continue to keep his secrets?
And will both of them be safe in the Chambers Family Feud?
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ONE
HE WANTS YOU
I shouldn’t be here.
I knew I shouldn’t be here.
But when Raye called, even though my mind said one thing (that I shouldn’t be here), my body (okay, my heart) said another.
So I was here.
The good news: I was just one more body in the mix, so it wasn’t like I was the cast-off chick hanging around, embarrassing herself pining for some dude.
In other words, that hospital waiting room was a crush seeing as all the Hottie Squad was there, all the Angels along with Tex, Nancy, Shirleen, Marjorie. Even Tito was there.
So I was just another person in a sea of people worried as fuck Knox got shot.
That was the bad news, Knox had been shot.
Twice.
He’d been shot…twice.
Oh yeah.
That was the way bad news.
He did not get shot while conducting Nightingale Investigations & Security business, which it was my understanding was a possibility, if not a probability in their line of work due to them not being your average, everyday private investigations and security business, but a whole lot more.
He got shot because his family was a nightmare.
More good news, the surgeon came out and told us he was out of surgery, stable, resting and no lasting damage had occurred. Though he’d need some time to mend and do physical therapy to regain full strength in his shoulder and leg.
Okay, so that was mixed good news because, absolutely, no lasting damage was obviously a good thing.
But he had to recuperate from two gunshot wounds he got because his family was borderline ready for their episode of Evil Lives Here, and that totally freaking sucked.
More of that mixed good news, my staring contest with Cheyenne was over.
Although I sensed why she hated me—even though it was lame as hell, since she’d had him for a while, and I didn’t (well, I did, but it wasn’t a very long while)—what I didn’t know was why she was there at all.
They’d broken up.
But by damn, when the surgeon came out, the bitch popped out of her seat like a demented jill-in-the-box and shouldered even Cap and Mace out of the way (respectively, Knox’s best bud and his boss) to belly up to the doc.
She also lied and said she was Knox’s partner, so she got to be the first to go back and see him.
Usually, the dudes were super cool with chicks. Lots of patience (needed), lots of understanding (also needed—what could I say? we were a bunch of nutso broads), all kinds of room to be who we were and do what we did (as, of course, it should be—save Knox in that scenario, but that was a longer story).
But when Cheyenne did that, everyone got pissed, and even the dudes didn’t hide it.
And when she did it, Raye took my hand (again, she’d been holding it on and off for the last three hours), and Brady shot me a look.
Truth: Brady and I had screwed the pooch.
Honestly, it seemed a good idea at the time.
Okay, not a good idea. A demented, in-your-face, heartbroken idea. But when you were heartbroken, demented ideas often seemed like good ones.
Then again, I was learning not to lead with the heart. Though, admittedly, I was learning this by messing up royally because I’d done something stupid at the edict of my heart.
My heart had me sitting right there, benched, because I meant nothing to Knox except being a member of his friend posse.
A distant one.
Someone he was around who he tolerated.
And that was it.
And my heart led me to pretend-flirt with and, okay, semi-kinda fake-date Brady (really, it was just two friends hanging out, but we wanted Knox to think it was something else) after Knox got together with Cheyenne.
We did this so he might feel a little bit of what I was feeling since Cheyenne was suddenly at all of our AAHS shindigs (Avenging Angel/Hottie Squad, for your information, of which I was a member of the former, and for more information, that former was unprofessional, unpaid chicks who stuck our noses in places they shouldn’t be, but someone had to do it, and the latter was professional, trained, skilled badasses).
And since Knox scraped me off, and he knew where I was at with him, he had to know how that would sting.
Sure, he’d made himself clear, and as such, I had no claim, so who was I to engage in some harebrained fake-dating scheme to make the guy I liked (right, okay, dammit…loved) jealous?
The idea was doomed from the start.
Why I couldn’t get a guy like Cap, like my bestie Raye did—a man who struggled with our whole Avenging Angels vigilante gig, but he got a lock on it because he knew how important it was to his woman—I did not know.
Or an Eric or Gabe, my other friends, Jess’s and Willow’s dudes, who were super chill and didn’t kick up a fuss at all.