Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Almost like I was earning back my wings, one feather at a time.
“It’s fucking awesome,” Daisy breathed from behind me. “Do you need a job?”
Peek laughed.
“No, lass, I have three parlors in Texas. I most certainly have my hands full, thank you,” Peek smiled as he looked at my back. “You got a good one, boyo.”
I snorted and turned back to stare at Freya.
However, my words were directed at Peek.
“You should hire her to design these for you,” I said.
Freya’s face pinked.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Peek said. “I got the skills to draw it, but coming up with designs hurts me eyes nowadays.”
Freya’s mouth dropped open.
“I’m not…I can’t…I have no real training!” she informed him.
Peek shook his head and threw his arm around her shoulder.
“Neither do I,” he countered. “I just picked up the gun one day and started working. You get better the more you practice. If you have skill, all you need is the time to improve it.”
“Alright, boyo,” Griffin said. “Get this covered up so we can get the fuck out of here. Being away from Lenore makes my heart hurt.”
“Pussy,” I said, but I was beginning to have that same feeling again. Being away from Freya, these last two weeks, had been hard. Knowing she wasn’t anywhere near me had been torture.
“Y’all keep an eye on Coller?” I asked as I stepped down and went back to the seat.
Peek handed Freya the bottle of ointment and Freya got to work, using her soft hands to rub it all into the skin of my back over the tattoo and the area surrounding it.
My mind started to wander, but what Peek had to say next set my teeth on edge.
“He disappeared into the shadows where we assumed he had his bike parked,” Peek said. “Sent a few of the prospects after him, but they couldn’t locate him.”
Of course they couldn’t.
“That’s not very good news,” Freya murmured. “Is it?”
I refrained from saying just how ‘not good’ it was.
Instead, I sent a silent plea towards Peek, and he nodded his head in confirmation.
They’d help me look out for Freya.
The knot in my belly loosened.
Thank fuck.
“You done, baby?” I asked Freya when she started to move down to my ass. I knew for a fact that there wasn’t any ink down there.
“Oh,” she said, snatching her hand away. “Yes, I’m done.”
Griffin snorted. “Your body makes her lose her mind.”
I flipped him off and stood up, but Peek pushed me back down and covered my back in fucking plastic wrap, of all things. “You’ll need this for the ride back home.”
I didn’t doubt him.
It was already starting to throb.
But it was fucking worth it.
Chapter 17
I’m with stupid.
-T-shirt
Freya
“Hi,” I said as I walked into the kitchen the next afternoon to find Apple sitting at the kitchen table.
Apple smiled at me, but behind that smile was a little calculation as well.
“Yo,” he answered, standing up and making his way to the sink where he placed his mug.
I took in his attire.
He was wearing brown slacks that fit him well and a tan long sleeved shirt. He had on a black tie with a white cowboy hat on his head, and my eyebrows furrowed.
Ridley came in short moments later, in much the same attire, only his shirt was short sleeved rather than long sleeved like Apple’s.
His hair was a mess, and his beard was trimmed today, coming to a stop closer to his face than it had been yesterday.
He moved stiffly, and I hid a smile as I saw him move carefully, being sure to keep his back away from accidentally being touched.
My nipple piercing felt pretty raw, too.
Which was why I wasn’t wearing a bra.
I’d put a sweatshirt on over my shirt, though, in hopes that I wouldn’t show everyone in the house my new accessories.
Ridley took his gun out of his holster, followed by his nightstick, and placed them both on the table in the middle of the room before he walked to the fridge and opened it, scanning its contents.
“Have you eaten yet?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“No,” I answered, walking further into the room. “I’m just getting up.”
He grunted.
“Must be nice,” he said. “I’ve yet to go to sleep.”
He said it as an accusation as he stared at me over the fridge door.
I shrugged. “You could’ve called and achieved the same effect.”
He growled in frustration, but Apple laughed, drawing his ire.
“What are you still doing here?” he asked. “Don’t you have some innocent duck hunter to harass?”
“I came home for lunch, just like you did,” he answered calmly. “What’s it to you?”
Ahh, he was a game warden.
That made sense.
His badge didn’t look like the usual law enforcement badge.
The patch looked a lot more familiar now, too.
“How’s my niece?” he asked. “I haven’t seen her in a couple of days.”
“She’s teething. Kitt’s tired as hell,” Apple answered. “And Kitt’s mad that you keep posting people outside of our house when you or I’m not here.”