Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
“I’ll be in touch,” he said. He rode out, getting onto the open road where he hoped to clear his head.
The reason he wasn’t rushing to get back to the clubhouse was that he truly believed Anna-Beth wouldn’t take him. Right now, she didn’t truly know the extent of his world. The laws he broke on a daily basis. How the cops liked to fuck with him, and he did the same. Sometimes he sent in anonymous tips and got rid of all of the evidence just to piss them off. He liked to live on the edge and she preferred to sit in an office all day, counting numbers. He couldn’t stand her way of life, but could she agree with his?
Then he thought about all the times he hadn’t used a condom. Since that first time on the couch, he’d taken her at least ten times, all without a condom, filling her tight pussy with his cum.
He wasn’t a good man. He’d never claimed to be. Now, he was an even worse one.
Their time together was limited.
The ride was exhausting and as he got onto his street, he turned off the ignition so as not to alarm anyone. He looked at his home but decided to go to Anna-Beth’s. There was no light on.
Using his key, he let himself inside.
After removing his jacket and shoes, he pulled out the file and was about to go to the kitchen.
He paused as he caught sight of Anna-Beth with a baseball bat, ready to strike.
“Whoa, it’s me. It’s me.” He turned on the light so she could look at him.
“Rix, what the fuck?” She lowered the bat to the floor.
“I told you I was going to be running a bit late today. I had business to deal with.” Torturing and killing a woman for ratting on the club and trying to get them all killed.
“Since when do you have a baseball bat? You gave me a key. What made you think I was here to hurt you?”
“You had an interesting visitor today.” She turned her back on him, entering the kitchen. He watched as she picked up a small white card and handed it to him. “I didn’t tell him anything but he was looking for you.” She laughed. It sounded hysterical to him. “I was so scared. He was big and had ink around his neck. I haven’t been that afraid since … well, I wouldn’t even look at the name. What the hell, Rix?”
The card held the name of the capo who’d decided to go to war with him. So the son of a bitch knew where he was, and now he’d scared his woman.
He pushed the card into the pocket of his jeans and went to pull Anna-Beth into his arms, but she shook him off.
“No. I can’t, not right now. No. I don’t know if I can handle this.” She put a hand to her stomach. “He was scary, Rix. I mean completely scary. What the hell are you into? I know that you’re not … I don’t even know who you are. I don’t know what this is. Can he kill you? Are you in danger?”
“You’re having a panic attack.”
“You’re damn right I’m having a panic attack. I don’t think I can breathe.”
He went to her, not letting her push him away. Wrapping his arms around her, he placed a hand on her chest. “In and out. Breathe with me. No need to panic. I’ve got you. I’m not letting you go. In and out. Work with me.”
“I’m scared.”
“You don’t need to be scared. I’ve got you.”
“You weren’t here.”
“Don’t worry. He will never come here again. I guarantee it.” He kissed her neck.
“I think I need to know more about you, Rix.”
“You don’t.”
“There’s a whole side of you I don’t know, isn’t there?” she asked.
He eased her into one of the kitchen chairs and cupped her face. “Anna-Beth, I never said that I was a good guy. I’m not going to claim to be one now. I’m not. I know what I do, and I don’t give a fuck. I was in prison before this. I’ve told you that.”
“But,” she said. “I…” She pressed her lips together. “I don’t want anything to happen to you. I don’t care about me. I worry about you.”
He smiled. “I can take care of myself. I promise. This, don’t even think about this. It’s not important.”
“But it is.”
He shook his head. “It’s not.” He cupped her face and kissed her lips. “I missed you.”
“You’re going to try to distract me now, aren’t you?”
“You need distracting.” He kissed her again. Dropping to her neck, he flicked his tongue over her pulse and she gasped. “Is it working?”
“Not yet.”
“Then I better keep going.” He nibbled on her lip, biting down, and she cried out.