Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“How?” she asked.
“From what I saw? She was beating the shit out of him,” I said.
Hopefully my other suspicion was wrong.
Hopefully, he’d only been with her for a short time.
The setup in her place, from what I could tell, didn’t say long-term.
But…
“I’m glad you killed her,” she whispered into my chest.
I pulled her in deeper. “I wasn’t going to until I saw.”
She ran her fingers between my pectoral muscles.
Which, of course, caught the attention of all the fuckin’ cats we still had.
Two of them pounced, causing Keely to giggle.
I, on the other hand, winced.
“Their claws are very sharp, darling,” I teased.
“Whoops.” She laughed, then sobered. “She’s why I don’t want children.”
I squeezed her to me and turned, displacing the cats that’d tried to take up residence on my chest.
The cats fell behind me and curled close, uncaring that they’d been moved.
I pulled her in close and said, “You don’t have to have children, baby. But know that if you do, if you decide you want them with me, I’ll fight with my last breath to keep them safe.”
“Apollo is a strong man. He’s military. He’s a badass. And he wasn’t able to protect his child,” she pointed out.
“Apollo trusted the wrong girl,” I countered. “I would never betray you like that. You know that in your heart.”
She sighed. “Apollo is heartbroken.”
“Yes,” I agreed.
“I’ll keep thinking about children.” She pressed a kiss to my throat.
I squeezed her tight. “Good.”
Because why the hell did the idea of Keely being pregnant with my children make me want it so badly?
Because you love her, you dumbass.
My inner voice had never steered me wrong before.
I would make this woman mine forever, and eventually I’d give her babies.
Lots of them.
So many that she had no choice but to stay home and take care of them with me, and never think about working, or the ugliness of the world ever again.
Sounded a lot like heaven.
The trick to getting through the week is always having a package on the way.
—Keely’s secret thoughts
KEELY
“Ohhh!” I heard called from somewhere behind me. “I have all of this to take over to Apollo, too!”
I looked at the massive amounts of stuff that Nastya had run out of her house with and blinked.
“What is all that?” I asked curiously.
“That is everything that I’ve been given to test in the age range of seven to ten in the last few months. There are tons of clothes, toys, games and room essentials. I’m not going to be able to do anything with it past giving my general thoughts on it. So I figure, why not donate to the little boy that hasn’t had much in a while?” Nastya explained.
Nastya was an Amazon reviewer when she first met her husband, Haze. Then Haze’s adult daughter, Desi, and Nastya had turned it into something much more with the power of social media.
She’d gifted me quite a bit of her ‘testers’ in the short time that I’d known her, and I was loving it.
Getting new gadgets and things that I didn’t have to pay for sounded like a grand plan for me.
“Are you going there after or before?” Nastya asked both Milena and me.
Tonight there would be a celebration at the Truth Tellers MC clubhouse celebrating Tavi’s return. Though Apollo hadn’t offered up much hope that he’d be staying for more than a few minutes. Tavi was still very much wary of everything, and he wasn’t sure how he’d be able to handle a huge, rowdy party.
“We’re definitely going to go look for the kitties first, then run by the clubhouse,” I responded. “Milena went to buy out the Pet House of their animal carriers.”
“Then I’ll ride with you,” she confirmed. “And take your car back since Dima’s meeting you there.” Nastya smiled.
“That sounds perfect,” I admitted. “Have you ever driven a standard, though?”
Nastya snorted. “Shasha has this thing about the females in his family knowing how to escape in any situation. He taught us all self-defense and advanced defensive driving before we were fifteen. I could drive a tank if I needed to.”
I grinned and started heading down the road, and Nastya started to mess with my radio stations.
“I’ll bet you anything, though, that you won’t be driving this for long.” Nastya hummed along to a tune by Cody Johnson when she got to the station she wanted.
I frowned as we took the turn that would lead us out of the lake subdivision that the Semyonovs lived in. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that this is an older, unsafe car, and he’s going to have you driving a new one as soon as he can.” She rolled her eyes. “Not that I think it’s a bad car or anything. It’s great from what I can tell. It looks like you just rolled off the lot with it thirty years ago.”