Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“None of them fucking interest me, that’s all. They’ve ridden too much cock and expect too fucking much. I’m not after a porn star.” He wasn’t going to think about her. He refused to think about her.
The bruises had long since faded but Big Dick still hadn’t changed around him. Smokey was getting pissed with the two of them. As VP to the club, there shouldn’t be any bad blood between him or any of the members. Smokey had told him to deal with it.
Since Cadeon of the Twisted Bastards MC had let his presence be known, the cowardly fucks had gone to ground. Big Dick had been able to find remnants of them crashing at an old barn, but it had since been emptied out, as had the old clubhouse. Hunter had a feeling Harlow had messed up their plans.
Cadeon clearly had a game he wanted to play, and it had once involved Harlow but no more. As for Harlow’s boss, Hunter already had a couple of guys looking into her, and he didn’t like that they hadn’t been able to find much of anything.
Harlow was better off and safer at the bakery, but he knew that wasn’t going to help her. She’d completely cut herself off, and she also wasn’t talking to her brother either.
Big Dick and Harlow were stone-cold silent with each other. No communication at all, for which he was responsible.
Brick snorted. “Are you fucking serious, every guy wants a porn star? Most of these women will suck cock even if they have jaw ache, and you don’t even need to lick their pussies to do it. Not to mention the fact they will also swallow, which is so much cleaner.”
“Piss off,” Hunter said.
“Suit yourself, you’re missing out.”
Brick grabbed his beer and left him alone, which is exactly what he wanted. To be left alone, to dwell.
Rubbing a hand down his face, he couldn’t help but see her. Images of her during their time together flashed in his mind. How happy she always looked, especially when he held her.
He couldn’t help but wonder if she was still able to sleep soundly without his arms wrapped around her. Ever since he had broken it off, he had no choice but to invest in a life-size fucking pillow, which was too big but it had to do as Harlow’s warmth. There was no doubt about it, he was turning into a fucking pussy.
Then he couldn’t help but remember her in the hospital. Laying in that bed, looking so tired and helpless, their baby gone, lost in the impact from the car. A chance, lost.
He tried not to think about the baby or what might have been. He had a feeling, Harlow would have kept the baby. Of course she would have, even after he ended it, she would have been an amazing mother.
“You want to tell me what’s going on?” Smokey asked, coming to take a seat beside him. Ava was nowhere to be seen, nor was Smokey’s son, Umberto. With Ava’s pregnancy advancing, they had trained Larissa to do the bulk of the work at the bakery.
As far as he knew, everything was working out at the bakery. The girls just missed having Harlow around. She was a natural in the kitchen.
He hadn’t seen Harlow in a few weeks. The last time he had seen her, she had told him she loved him. Fuck, that had messed with his head.
He had an idea that she loved him, but he didn’t want to believe it. Young people didn’t know what love was, and they threw the word around as if it meant nothing. But with Harlow, he had a feeling she did fucking mean it. No, it wasn’t a feeling, he knew it to be fact. Harlow didn’t love easily. Big Dick had told them that.
“Nothing is going on,” Hunter said.
“You’re drinking and get several of our guys looking into Hailey Valentine?” Smokey asked. “And you’ve got nothing going on?”
“Where’s Big Dick?” Hunter asked.
“Upstairs in his room, has been since he got back.”
Smokey ran a hand down his face and let out a sigh.
“You want to tell me what’s going on with you?” Hunter asked.
“Nothing is going on with me, Hunter. Dealing with each piece of shit as it comes at me, and so far it feels like the whole fan has been launching its shit at me, and I’m just trying to dodge the fucking spray.”
Hunter placed a hand on Smokey’s shoulder. He had a feeling Ava’s pregnancy was affecting him. The last time Ava was pregnant, after everything he had done to her, Smokey hadn’t been able to be part of the pregnancy. It had been a struggle for him to even be in her life.
“How did you know that Ava was the one for you?” Hunter asked.