Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
He grunted. “Guess that’s good.”
I started to laugh, and then I pulled his face down to mine.
“I’m glad you’re home.”
He pushed open the door to his house, moved to the side to let Gertie out, and then returned the kiss.
“Anywhere you are, baby.” he growled. “Home is where you are, and always will be.”
My eyes filled with tears.
“What are we going to do?”
His arms tightened.
“We’ll figure it out…tomorrow,” he replied, disengaging his body from mine. “Tonight, all I want to do is sleep in my own bed, with you in my arms.”
I’d give him tonight.
Tomorrow I’d worry about him. Tomorrow I’d worry about how I was going to make a living. Tomorrow, everything would be resolved…I just knew it.
Chapter 26
Don’t break anybody’s heart. They only have one. Break bones instead. They have two hundred and six.
-True shit
Evander
“Oh, shit,” Kennedy breathed. “Look.”
I let my gaze drift to where she was pointing and winced.
An officer was there, his squad car back behind him about a hundred yards, with a man about three times his size straddling his chest. The man was pounding his fist into the officer’s face, and I mentally calculated how many times it would take a punch to the head before the officer passed out for good.
“Goddammit,” I growled, shoving the kickstand down and getting off my bike. “Stay here. And call the cops.”
Kennedy nodded mutely, staying where she was straddling my bike, and staring at the commotion happening in front of her.
I stomped across the street, flipping off a driver who’d honked at me when I’d been nowhere near close enough for him to hit me, and kept walking.
“Watch where you’re going, motherfucker.”
I turned my glare to the man who’d popped his fat head out of the window to let him see just how unhappy I was.
The driver swallowed, ducked back into his car and peeled away as fast as his Honda Civic would take him.
It didn’t take me long to realize that the officer getting his ass kicked was none other than my brother.
But, regardless of my feelings toward the dumb bastard, I wouldn’t allow him to get his ass kicked.
Not now, not ever.
Which was why I walked up to the man straddling him, yanked him up by his collar, and bodily threw him straight into the open squad car’s backseat.
He hit the other side of the car with a loud thump, and before he could make it back to his feet, I slammed the door shut.
I stared down at my brother, watching him pant, as blood dripped down his face out of his nose.
“You okay?” I asked him.
My brother nodded, wincing slightly when he did.
“Yeah,” he croaked. “Just fucking dandy.”
I stared down at him.
“I was trying to call you,” I informed him.
He huffed out a short breath, then rolled over to his side, and then more slowly up to his knees.
“I was a little busy,” he admitted. “What did you want?”
I shoved both hands into my pocket.
“Sources in Balthazar’s employ say he went a little mad when his prized peacocks were eaten by his neighbor’s dog. He went to confront her and one thing led to another.”
Walter’s blood shot eyes came to me.
“You think that Balthazar killed a woman over his freakin’ peacocks?” he clarified, wiping blood away from the corner of his lip.
I shrugged. “What reason did they give you as to why I did it?”
I mean, it was Kennedy’s chickens that had been killed and they weren’t prized, but they were her sole source of income.
Sure, they made her money, but I didn’t have the same attachment to her then as I did now.
Not to mention they weren’t even mine.
I would have no reason to bring harm to that woman.
“Your dog.”
I looked over at my bike, thinking about Gertie, and shrugged. “No harm there. I had an ironclad contract when it came to Gertie. Not to mention there’s probably a gazillion cameras in that state of the art facility of hers. If they wanted to know what exactly went down, then they’d pull the feed.”
Walter grunted something unintelligible. “Whatever. I’m just going off of what I hear, and nobody would shoot another person over a fucking peacock. Guaran-damn-tee it.”
With nothing left to say to that, I left him to it and walked back to my motorcycle, wondering idly if my brother should even be considered a brother if he didn’t even like me.
I mean, at what point did a brother become a brother, and not just a sibling?
I would trust the boys at HAR—Hail Auto Recovery—with my life. Would I trust Walter?
Turns out, it was a good thing that I didn’t trust him.
Seems that the chief of police wasn’t the only one who was dirty.
Chapter 27
What’s right isn’t always legal, and what’s legal isn’t always right.
-Evander to Kennedy
Evander
Kennedy was riding my cock. She was seconds away from coming. I could feel the rippling of her pussy as she started over that peak.