Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 131888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Now the sidecar made sense. “You got your container. No reason for me to stay.”
“There are plenty of reasons for you to stay.”
Did he detect her voice getting husky? “I gotta go.”
“You say that a lot.”
“Because it’s true.”
“Where do you need to go?”
Nowhere. “Home.”
“What’s waiting for you there?”
Absolutely fucking nothing was waiting for him there. Everything he wanted currently stood right in front of him.
Because of that, he said, “Go. I’ll wait.”
He only hoped he didn’t regret it.
Chapter Thirteen
Liyah closed the front door behind her and saw her father standing with one hand on his hip at the front picture window, holding the curtain to the side as he peered out.
No surprise.
She loved her father, and he was actually a great grandfather, despite being an outlaw biker, but, damn, he liked to be all up in her business.
With a shake of her head, she asked, “Are the boys getting ready?”
“Better be. Went in, unplugged their fuckin’ game systems and told ‘em their asses better be the fuck out here with their shit in five minutes. Or else.”
“Was that how you said it?”
His dark eyes flicked to her. “Yeah.”
Of course.
Luckily, her boys were now at an age that they understood they couldn’t go around cursing in school like their grandfather. But when they were younger, she was always getting calls from the staff in regard to their foul language.
Her father had the uncanny knack of making the word “fuck” the most versatile word in the English language. If it could be used in a sentence as a noun, verb, adjective, or even as an amount of something, he used it.
Generously.
Because of that, it rolled out of her sons’ mouths too easily. Along with the rest of her father’s biker lingo.
While she might let the cursing slide, what she would not tolerate was Magnum bad mouthing cops in front of her sons.
Especially since both Devyn’s father and paternal grandfather had been one.
“Woman, want the truth... Who’s that fucker?”
To Magnum, every woman was “woman” and everybody he didn’t know personally was a “fucker” or “motherfucker.”
“He really is a member of my grief group.” She had no idea if that answer would slide, but she certainly was going to give it a shot.
“Why’s he standin’ in your driveway?”
She answered, “He needed to drop off something.”
“His dick?”
She lifted the container to show him. “This. I didn’t check inside but I doubt his dick’s in it.” She shook it. “If it is, he’s got a pretty damn small one.”
“He’s a white boy. Course he got a small one.”
A laugh managed to spurt from between her pinned lips. “That stereotype isn’t even true.”
“The fuck it ain’t.”
In her lifetime she had dated more white guys than Black. She knew for a fact that wasn’t true. Hell, both the fathers of her children were white. “I’m not going to discuss white men’s penis sizes with my father.”
He grunted and turned his eyes back out to the driveway. And Nox. “Rides a sled.”
Well, at least they’d moved on from talking about dick sizes. “That’s how he got here.”
“But no colors.”
“I didn’t notice any, did you?” Good thing Nox wasn’t wearing his Blue Avengers cut. She knew they had them since Axel Jamison, Cross and other members of the BAMC had worn theirs many times at multi-club fundraisers for Ellie Walker’s foundation, a charity for amputees providing prosthetics and care for those who couldn’t afford it.
Still holding the curtain open, Magnum pursed his lips as he continued to stare out of the window.
“He can see you staring at him.”
“Yeah,” Magnum grunted.
“You have no shame.”
“Don’t give a fuck. If he’s interested in my baby girl, I’m interested in him.”
“Asia’s your baby girl. I’m far from a baby.”
“Know what I mean. Always gonna be my baby. Always gonna look out for you. Always wanna know who’s sniffin’ around my girl.”
“Like I said, he’s only dropping off the container.”
“Container’s in your hand and he’s still standin’ out there. He’s sniffin’. So you’re either lyin’ to your old man or he’s lyin’ to you.” Magnum finally dropped the curtain and turned toward her. “He a pig?”
Holy shit, her father had the scary sixth sense of picking out cops.
She carefully schooled her expression since he purposely asked that question when he could watch her face. The man was far from dumb.
In fact, he was a hell of a lot smarter than most people gave him credit for.
“He’s a man,” she answered. “You think anyone who’s buff and has short hair is a cop. He could be military. Army reserves or something.”
“You don’t know, and you plan on havin’ him in your fuckin’ house when you’re alone?”
She rolled her eyes. “I know you missed out on most of my childhood, but please remember, I’m now thirty-nine and have two children of my own.”
“That you’re raisin’ by yourself.”
“And?” she asked sharply. They weren’t having that conversation again. Jason might have been a mistake, but Mark was not.