Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 65948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Maybe. Maybe not. I wasn’t quite sure yet. Depended on whether I could find one of the guys to stay with my girl or not.
There was no telling what a week might bring.
Hell, my dad may decide to stay on his cruise and never come back.
I’d had to practically force my parents to keep their cruise scheduled—something that’d been in the works for more than two years. It was their dream cruise that was a full month long and visited every beautiful, blue-watered area there was to see.
Maybe it would be him not going back to work and not me.
Damn, a cruise sounded really nice.
In fact, just the idea of getting away for a little while, even with my parents, would be great.
Though, I didn’t think I could get ready in the two minutes that they would be leaving for the cruise ship in Miami. And by the looks of it, my mom and dad wouldn’t wait.
They were beyond excited, hence the reason I’d had to come by and tell them goodbye two days earlier than necessary.
“Probably.” I shrugged. “Most likely.”
He rolled his eyes. “Get to work, boyo. Make me not look like a fool at work.”
Laughing at my dad looking like a “fool,” I headed out the door and got on my bike.
I was two miles down the road when it happened.
A car came out of nowhere, stopped in the intersection, and I had no choice.
I laid the bike down, gritted my teeth, and knew I was about to hurt.
CHAPTER 19
Don’t get me started. I don’t come with brakes.
-Luce to Braxton
LUCE
I knew after thirty minutes of being home alone that something wasn’t right.
Cassius had said that Bain was here.
Yet, when I made a full rotation of the house and didn’t find him anywhere, I knew that I was completely alone. No Bain here like Cassius had said he would be.
That and a sick sort of feeling in my belly that told me that I needed to act. Now.
I paced the living room twice before I decided, “Fuck it. I’ll go look. The most that can come of it is that I look like a dumbass for freaking out.”
Grabbing my keys from the counter where I’d placed them as I’d come inside, I headed right out the door and straight to my car.
The moment I was in the car, I swallowed hard as a wave of knowing hit me.
Something really wasn’t right.
Bain wouldn’t just leave me alone at home. I’d been home so long that, if Bain was going to be late, at least one of his club members—even if he said they weren’t officially a club just yet—would’ve been here. Someone would’ve called, because they all had my number after yesterday.
I started the ignition with my heart in my throat.
Just as I was backing out of the driveway, the throaty roar of a motorcycle sounded and I paused backing out.
I was halfway in the road when Cassius pulled back up.
I could tell as soon as I saw his face that something had happened.
He pulled straight into Bain’s yard, walked right up to my passenger door, and got inside.
“Straight to the hospital,” he growled.
I closed my eyes for long moments as the reality of what he’d said hit me.
I was right. Something had happened to Bain.
I swallowed hard, opened my eyes, and continued to back calmly out of the driveway.
There would be no wrecks as I drove. I would not freak out. I would drive carefully, so I could get there safely and make sure that he was all right.
“What happened?” I asked when we were halfway to the county hospital.
“He was in a wreck,” he answered. “On the way home from his parents’ house.”
I felt a moan rising in my throat.
I clenched my hands on the steering wheel as hard as I could, feeling the bones in my hand creak.
We were pulling into the parking lot of the hospital when I saw Braxton marching his way inside the ER.
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” I snarled as I saw him. “What the fuck is he doing here?”
Cassius growled something colorful under his breath and I would smile later when I remembered the words he used.
They started with “bitch” and ended with “ass ho.”
Parking in two spots, I took a running sprint across the parking lot.
Cassius easily kept up with me and even overtook me.
He was at the reception desk, asking about Bain when I finally caught up.
“He’s in the trauma room,” the nurse said. “But you can’t go in there, only family…”
Cassius caught my hand and was guiding me there before she could tell us we weren’t allowed to go.
Cassius caught the door that was swinging shut behind a man in black scrubs.
The man in black scrubs was heading right toward where I suspected the trauma room was located. Mainly because I could see about twenty people milling around a gurney in the middle of the room.