Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 87911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Shit. Fuck. I can’t. I’m so sorry.”
“I’m fine with it, Dad, really. It was Mom. She was upset.”
He sat back, running a hand across his face. “I fucked up so many times. I love her, Chloe. I love you too.”
“I know that.” He just had a funny way of showing it.
“I can’t even think of all the bad shit I’ve done right now. I’m sorry. She’s never going to forgive me.”
Chloe pushed a fry into her mouth so she didn’t have to confirm it. She’d spoken to her mother a couple of times, and she was determined to not take him back, or to listen to him.
“How about I take you for boots now?” he asked.
“Sure.” Her mother hadn’t gotten around to taking her, not that it was a problem. She had sneakers, but she did love her boots. The last pair she’d kept for over three years before they’d fallen apart. She had tried to fix them, but glue wasn’t going to repair them this time.
“Finish your food and we’ll go.”
She grabbed her burger and took a bite.
The door to the diner opened, the bell ringing as it alerted the staff and diners to another guest.
Chloe saw ten of the Satan’s Crew MC enter the diner, and her heart sank.
This was going to end with her alone, she just knew it.
She took another bite of her burger as the club saw Kurt.
“Kurt, just the man I wanted to see.” Several men sat down, and Chloe wanted to disappear. They were large men. The scents of cigarette smoke and leather were heavy in the air.
Her nerves picked up a notch as they were all smirking, clearly knowing that whatever they were going to ask her father, he’d do.
“Sweetheart, you know Stallion and the guys.” She nodded. “Guys, this is my daughter.”
They gave a nod.
“So, we heard what happened with you and Lily, and well, a couple of the brothers are heading over to titties to have some fun. You want to come?”
“I’m spending time with my daughter,” he said.
“Oh, come on. Seriously, I know you’d love it, and besides, we need a driver and all the prospects are busy. Come on, you’ll love it.”
Sipping at her water, she watched her father, and she saw the bait and hook. Stallion had said it simple. The club needed him, and Kurt couldn’t walk away from the chance of being needed.
“Can we take a raincheck, sweetie?” he said.
Chloe didn’t say anything as the table hooted.
“Come on, we’ve got to go now. The good chicks are always on early.”
Within a matter of minutes, the food was paid for and she was sitting alone.
The waitress came over. “Would you like me to call someone for you, honey?”
“Nah, it’s okay.” She stood up, grabbing her bag. “Thank you for the food.”
“You didn’t finish it. You can sit and enjoy.”
“I’ve got to head home. Thank you.”
She left the diner, wrapping her arms around herself and going straight home.
“Chloe, is that you? I thought you were spending the evening with your dad?” Lily came out of the sitting room. She was dressed in an old nightshirt, and she had a book in one hand, and a pair of glasses in the other.
“I decided to come home.”
“Chloe Decker, tell me.”
She removed her jacket, putting it up onto the hook near the door. “Why? You’re only going to hate him.”
“You’re my daughter, and I trusted him again. Tell me, now.”
“Fine. A bunch of men from the club came in and they gave him an offer he couldn’t refuse.”
Lily growled. “Yes, he could refuse. What is with him?”
“It’s fine. Really.”
“No, it’s not. I’ll deal with it.”
“It’s fine.” She walked past her mother, kicked off her sneakers and curled up on the sofa.
Lily joined her, putting the book and glasses on the coffee table. She pulled Chloe into her arms.
“We’ll get you a pair of those boots tomorrow after school. I’ll pick you up.”
“We don’t have to.”
“Honey, you’re a good girl, and you’ve been patient with all of this. You’re getting new boots.”
“Can we even afford it?”
“I’ll get some money off your father tomorrow. Trust me. He can afford it.”
“Will we have to sell the house?” she asked.
“No. The house is all paid for. I can support the two of us, Chloe.”
“I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, sweetie. You will always come first.” She closed her eyes as her mother stroked her hair. “I love how blonde your hair is. I bet girls are envious of these long locks.”
Chloe giggled. “Sure.”
“Would you like to get it styled? We could have a girly spa day this weekend.”
“I’m good on the haircut. I like my hair long. The spa day sounds cool though.”
“I’ll arrange it. Another gift from your father, believe me. How was school?”
She thought about Alfie and it was on the tip of her tongue to tell her mother, but then she decided against it.