Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
As usual, Gabe moved the bike even though he had a front row parking spot. He did this for two reasons.
One being he doesn’t like to be too close to other cars in case he needs to get out of the area fast. The other being that he doesn’t want anyone touching his bike. There was one rule among bikers, and that was that the bike was sacred. You don’t mess with other bikes, and bikers knew that. Regular people do not.
I’d enjoyed the heck out of our date, snotty bitches or not. I just wish I’d had someone take a picture of us. I’d yet to get a picture of the both of us together, mostly because Gabe wasn’t the picture type of person. Apparently, bad asses were allergic to pictures. The only ones I ever got were the shots where he wasn’t paying attention. Also, the ones that he accidentally was flipping off the camera. It was amazing how often that happened.
I was pulled from my thoughts with a jolt as Gabe sent me careening to the ground. Gravel dug into the palms of my hands, and I looked up just in time to see Gabe plant his booted foot in a man’s face. Gabe’s foot landed on his jaw with a sickening thud, and the person was down for the count. That wasn’t the case with the other person. He’d jumped on Gabe’s back and tried to subdue him with his arm around his neck.
Adrenaline was coursing through my veins as I watched Gabe drop his right shoulder and use the attacker’s momentum against him. Over Gabe’s shoulder he went, and slammed him into the ground. Gabe went Stone Cold Steve Austin on his ass and power slammed him into the gravel, making his head bounce off the gravel. One punch to the jaw and the other attacker was down for the count as well.
It took all of fifteen seconds from start to finish. Which was pretty fucking scary if you asked me. The amount of strength he had in one hand probably could kill me with one blow like the one he’d just given to the man lying on the ground. Not that he would ever use that kind of force with me. Anything he ever did would be a total accident; never would he intentionally hurt me.
Gabe scanned his surroundings once more before coming to me.
“You okay?” He asked.
He wasn’t even winded in the slightest. His hair was a little out of place, but other than that you would never be able to tell that he just kicked two guy’s asses.
I nodded my head, and regarded him.
“That. Was. Awesome.” I said to him enthusiastically. “Will you teach me how to do all of that?”
“I’ll teach you whatever you want, honey. Let me see your hands. Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to hurt your hands but it was just the fastest way I could get you down. The little fucker had a fucking tire iron.” He said while inspecting my bloody palms.
A groan sounded from one of the morons on the ground, and Gabe went to them while I called the cops.
Gabe was persuasive with his fists, and the man let us in on why he thought it’d be a good idea to hurt us. Turns out the women from the restaurant told their men that I threatened to “hurt them in the worst way” while I was in the bathroom with them. Therefore, the dates decided to take it upon themselves before getting all of the facts. Now they would be going on a trip to the local slammer all because they’d trusted their dates over just collecting some more information. Pretty sure that was worth it. Not.
Flashing lights poured over the shadowed parking lot and my favorite cop was there to check on us.
“Everything alright?” Luke asked as he walked up.
“Yea. These morons here thought they could sneak up on Terminator here. Little did they know Gabe was going to pull out his bad ass and show it to them. Gabe did a couple of fancy moves, and all of a sudden, they were just lying there, out cold. I think I should have videoed it. This could’ve been one of those YouTube videos that went viral. Maybe if we could-” I answered but laughing interrupted me.
Both men were looking at me as if I was crazy.
Shaking his head Gabe asked, “What are you doing here, anyway? Aren’t you a detective or something?”
“Something like that. They let me do what I want. I heard on the scanner that it was Ember so I came. Wasn’t too far away. Got someone watching my girl, and figured I could stop by real quick to check on you both before heading home.”
“Luke, if you ever need anyone to watch her, I’m more than happy to do it.” I threw out there.
He smiled in appreciation, and then turned back to Gabe. They spoke for a few more minutes. Statements were made, and then we headed home.
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Studying what I had to wear I settled for some of my old comfy volleyball shorts that were so tight you couldn’t wear anything but a thong with them, and a camisole. I didn’t like wearing bras, and this was one of my ways around wearing one. I grabbed one of Gabe’s flannel shirts out of the closet and shrugged it on too. Gabe kept it like a meat locker in here. Not one time was the AC set on anything above sixty-eight. I also wasn’t one to complain, so I made sure I always have a blanket or shirt nearby.
I walked out of the room and towards the kitchen. It was time for something to eat. Grabbing a bag of Chex Mix Muddy Buddies and a coke, I left the room, but instantly turned around when I heard Gabe yell for a beer. I found myself doing this a lot.
Walking in to the living room, I was immediately assaulted by the sound of gunfire. Rolling my eyes, I set everything down and sat at the edge of the couch with my ads and my coupon binder.