Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
At that, Dani’s face goes bright red in anger, but I beat her to the punch line as my fist comes hurtling through the air and knocking the bitch into the bar.
Her friends jump in, but I have a fuming Dani right beside me, and when someone crosses her man, the little she-devil turns into the Energizer Bunny, ready to go all fucking night. And with that, we hold our own until our bitch asses are being hauled away in cuffs.
Dani and I are led through the police station, past the interrogation room, and through to the holding cells. The cop unlocks the heavy metal door before taking our cuffs off and sending us in.
Dani takes one look around and notices a chick sitting on the bench. “Shit,” she gasps. “I’m too innocent for this. I don’t want to be her bitch.”
I let out a sigh as I study the woman. I mean, she isn’t that bad. Bit rough around the edges, but still hot. “Don’t stress,” I tell her. “As long as she’s willing to give what she gets, then I’ll take one for the team.”
Dani visibly relaxes as she follows me into the cell and sits down next to me on the bench. I introduce us to the woman, and we instantly hit it off. Her name is Marge and apparently, she loves cats. On her days off, she likes to ride her Harley around the streets of LA while picking up chicks at random biker bars. Just beautiful.
We’re barely into her life story when a cop unlocks our cell and tells me I can make a call.
Nervousness drums through me when I get to the phone and dial Tank’s number, waiting as it rings at least three times before he answers. “Soph, is that you?” he asks into the phone, and from the sound of his voice, it’s clear he was fast asleep.
“Um yeah,” I slur. “Who else are you expecting to be calling you at three in the morning? Some skank whore looking for a threesome? Or how about a crazy stalker bitch who wants to fuck you with my toys—OH GOD! I need to buy new toys.”
“Fucking hell,” he mutters under his breath before getting back on track. “Whose phone are you calling from? It came through on a weird number. But I’m taking it you girls are ready to come home?”
“Yep,” I declare, popping the p.
“It’s about fucking time,” he murmurs. “Are you still at that cocktail bar?”
“Um . . . nooooooooo,” I grin into the phone, for some reason extremely proud of our adventures. Hell, I’m busting to get back in my cell and find out all about Marge’s third wife, Rochelle. “We’re at the police station.”
“What?” he questions, suddenly sounding wide awake. “What the fuck are you doing there?”
“Well . . . It’s kind of a long story,” I giggle before hiccuping. “But Dani and I sort of got into a bar fight, and now I need you to bail us out. But for the record, she totally spurred me on.”
“Fuck, babe,” he groans, but I hear the amusement in his voice. “I’ll be there soon.”
“Love you,” I remind him as I hang up the phone and join Dani in the cell. The cop asks her to make her call, but she doesn’t bother. She knows Tank’s got her back, and she wouldn’t want Miller to drag Mia out at this time of the night anyway.
Forty-five minutes later, I’m faced with a grinning Tank as he watches Dani and me being released from the cell, making sure to record the whole thing so Miller doesn’t miss a single second. He hands me my purse, and I quickly pull my phone out to make sure we get a good selfie with Marge in our cell. You know, it’s important to celebrate our wins.
Marge happily obliges, and we quickly make our way out of the station.
We practically chat Tank’s ears off as we recap our night and tell him exactly how we ended up in there. Though Tank wasn’t too impressed about the whole fighting thing, considering my body is still healing from the last one, but honestly, those chicks needed to be put in their place. And besides, I had enough alcohol pulsing through my system not to feel a damn thing. Something tells me I’ll be sore come tomorrow.
I mean, that woman tried to get both our husbands into bed at the same time. Nu-uh. That shit ain’t going to fly with either of us. Unless it’s the four of us in bed, but apparently that shit ain’t flying either.
We finally make it back to Dani’s place, and Tank helps us both inside before forcing a glass of water down each of our throats. He drags me down to our room and attempts to help me get undressed, but the second he pulls the zipper down on my dress, I’m instantly jumping into action. As usual, my husband is not one to disappoint.