Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 78(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 78(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
I nodded and released her. “Are we good to go?” Harlan asked the officer.
He nodded. “I’ll escort you to your bike.”
Harlan grabbed my hand in his, and we followed the officer out the door. Tyler began yelling and cussing, making an even bigger scene, but Harlan just moved me in front of him, his hands on my hips. Once we reached his bike, he pulled my ponytail down and slid my hairband onto his wrist before slipping my helmet on my head. Once the buckle was strapped, he slid onto the bike, and while I threw my leg over the seat to get settled behind him, he pulled his own helmet on.
I smiled when the roar of his bike drowned out Tyler’s wild behavior.
Harlan’s hand settled over mine for a moment, giving them a squeeze. And then we were off, heading for the traffic light to get the fuck away from Tyler and his insanity.
Five
Harlan
Lennox unlocked her front door and pushed it open before walking inside. I stepped in behind her and toed off my boots by the front door before padding in my socks to the kitchen. I was fucking starving, and I figured she probably was hungry, too.
“I can’t believe that asshole,” Lennox muttered as she opened the fridge door and pulled out two beers. She passed one to me, and I popped my top off with a lighter before tossing the lid into the trash and taking a long pull from the bottle.
Fuck, that hit the spot.
“He just thinks he’s untouchable, doll,” I told her as she took a seat on the bar stool. I opened the fridge back up, pulling out eggs and bacon again. If I was going to be here in the evenings—which was my plan because I didn’t trust her ex to not show up here and start shit—I really needed to sweet talk either Cecily, Athena, Harbor, or Mikayla into grabbing me some groceries so we weren’t surviving off eggs and fucking bacon.
Not there was anything wrong with eggs and bacon; it was just going to get old very fast.
“How did he get away with that?” she asked me. “My fucking arm is bruising, Harlan. There were witnesses. He should’ve gotten hit with something, right?”
I gritted my teeth as the image of her discolored arm flashed into my mind before drawing in a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. I’d been trying not to think about the bruising already appearing on her upper arm. Because thinking about it just made me want to snap his fucking neck.
I wasn’t like my brothers. I didn’t handle shit logically. I didn’t like letting the law do their job. I trusted officers about as far as I could throw them, which wasn’t going to ever be far. Spending most of my early twenties in jail didn’t make me trust them all that much. Yeah, I’d put myself in those situations, but shit, when you get tackled, tasered, and held at gunpoint enough even when you’re complying, your trust in them tends to dwindle to nothing.
“I know, doll,” I rumbled as I cracked three eggs into a bowl. “He’ll get what’s coming for him.” I glanced at her as I turned to grab a fork out of the drawer to whisk the eggs. “I wish you’d pressed charges.”
She sighed and shook her head. “Trust me when I say it just would’ve made shit so much worse.”
I paused whisking and looked up at her, arching a brow. “He puts his fucking hands on you again, Lennox, and I’ll happily do prison time. Because I’ll break his fucking neck.”
I watched as a shiver rolled through her body, and her eyes got all hazy with lust. My cock perked up in my jeans at the needy look on her face.
“You mean that?” she rasped.
I nodded once. “If cops hadn’t shown up when they did, I’d be sitting in a holding cell right now,” I promised her. Even now, I wanted to ride over to that piece of shit’s house and wait on him so I could teach him a lesson.
She stood from the bar stool and crossed around the island to where I was standing. She shoved the bowl aside, and it clattered to the floor, eggs going everywhere, the fork clanging loudly on the tile flooring. She gripped two handfuls of my cut and yanked me against her before leaning up on her tiptoes to press her lips to mine.
Goddamn, this woman was going to be my fucking undoing.
With a growl, I forced her lips apart and backed her up against the counter. My tongue plundered her mouth as I gripped her hips and lifted her onto the counter. Her thighs parted, and I stepped between them. Yanking her forward, I pressed our lower halves together, and she moaned into the kiss, rolling her hips against me.