Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
“Those hours you were in surgery, those days you were lying unconscious on that hospital bed—Red, I never want to experience that again. I was losing my fucking soul—the soul you’re responsible for breathing life back into.” He leaned back a little, brushing our noses together, his eyes boring into mine. “I love you, Aaliyah. Let me love you, Red. I’m begging you.”
I blew out a shaky breath and slowly nodded my head. How the hell could I deny him after all that he’d just said? He’d just laid his heart and soul bare.
He pressed his lips to mine, coaxing them apart before tasting every inch of my mouth. I moaned, my hand coming up to clutch at the back of his head.
“Never fucking letting you go,” he growled when he parted our lips, leaving me panting for breath. “That means you’re my old lady, Red.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’ll put a bullet in your skull if you ever cheat on me,” I warned him, my words a bit choppy since I was still trying to catch my breath.
He smirked at me. “Red, if you ever catch me in that position, I’ll already be on my knees in front of you, begging for you to kill me. Because that would mean I hurt you. And if I ever hurt you, Red, I’ll already be begging for death.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Johnston
I drummed my fingers on my desk as I stared down at the thick-ass folder Law had gotten me on the Ghosts of Chaos MC. They used to be a clean club, but my guess was, money got tight judging by their finances, and they went dirty to make up for the loss of funds.
And now, they were hedging in on my Texas charter’s territory. I put in the phone call to Scorpion a few hours ago and warned him trouble might be headed his way. Wasn’t much else I could do though besides wait.
After their initial trespass, they’d stayed away. But a desperate club was a dangerous one, and I knew they’d be back.
They always were.
And they always went for what others had instead of trying to build on their own. They were desperate, and desperation made for dangerous, unpredictable enemies.
This was the last fucking thing I needed with Aaliyah still trying to recover.
A light knock sounded on my office door, and then a key slid into the lock. I leaned back in my chair, linking my fingers together over my midsection with my elbows braced on the arms of the chair as I watched Aaliyah open the door.
I could’ve cried the day she finally walked on her own. And I wasn’t an emotional man. But fuck, after watching her struggle for months, I’d been slowly losing hope, though I would’ve never told her that.
But she did. She defeated the odds stacked against her.
Red was a hell of a woman.
Weeks of physical therapy had helped her gain her strength back and full mobility of her body. She’d taken to working out every day to rebuild her muscles. I couldn’t lie and say I wouldn’t miss the extra softness she’d gained while she was recovering, but if she was happy working out, I wouldn’t stop her.
Her happiness was all that mattered at the end of the day.
Red was dressed in a pair of black slacks that hugged her curvy ass and hips, and a plain black blouse completed the outfit. Her red hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and I wanted to do nothing more than bend her over my desk and pull at that bun as I rammed my cock into her until those red tresses spilled down her back and shoulders again.
Fucking hated it when she tied them up. The only plus was that her freckles were more prominent when she had her hair tied back.
She arched a brow at me. “You ready?”
I grunted and looked at my watch, muttering a curse. I hadn’t realized how much time had passed.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” I rumbled, standing from my chair. Gripping her chin in my hand, I slid my lips across hers.
She rolled her eyes at me when I released her. “Don’t seem so excited, Johnston,” she teased, a small smile tilting both sides of her lips. That was another thing I’d missed like fucking crazy—seeing her entire face change with her smiles.
Today, Wendy would be having her trial, and I wanted to be there to see her get sentenced to prison. And I wanted Aaliyah to have that closure, too. She’d almost lost her life because of my crazy-ass wife, who had no qualms about cheating on me but lost her fucking mind when I did the same.
Two wrongs didn’t make a right, but fucking hell. If I lost Aaliyah that day, someone would have had to put a bullet through my skull. I would have lost my shit on everyone.