Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
I have nothing right now so I may have to let him buy everything I need, but I’ll be damned if I won’t pay him back. I won’t allow anyone to have that much power over me again. I have to take control of my life even though I have no idea how to even start.
I strip out of my clothes and climb into the shower, standing in the corner away from the spray while the water warms. Different types of shampoos and conditioners line the two small inset shelves. Most are masculine, but a few are what I’d consider to be feminine scented. I work the shampoo into my hair and wince as some of the suds find their way into my eyes.
I squeeze them shut and finish rinsing the soap from my hair before turning my burning eyes into the spray. I can’t even wash my hair without getting hurt. The first sob escaped my lips when this realization hit. With no more strength left in my body, I sink to the floor of the shower and cry until my tears run out and the only thing flowing over my face is the now cooling water from the shower head.
If the water hadn’t run cold, I would’ve stayed in the shower the rest of the night. That combined with the distress signals my stomach were sending out I begrudgingly got out of the shower, toweled myself dry, and got dressed in clothes that I couldn’t even call mine.
Another oddity about this place is the hair dryer I found in the cabinet under the sink. I don’t question it because I’m very happy with it being there. After drying my hair, I slip both door keys in my pocket, making sure they’re pushed down to the bottom and have no chance of working their way out.
Before leaving the room, I silently wish that Diego would just bring me food in the room, but I immediately want to slap myself for being so ungrateful. He’s been more generous than I could ever expect someone to be to a complete stranger and here I am wanting more than he’s already given.
I make my way out of the room and trace my steps back from when Diego brought me in earlier. The place is mausoleum silent. I usually welcome the silence. At least, I did when I was home; it meant Bobby was either gone or asleep. In this new setting, however, it’s unnerving; almost like someone is going to jump out and get me.
I stop short in the doorway when I see Diego sitting at the table in a white undershirt. Every inch of the exposed skin on his arms is covered in vibrant tattoos. One arm is decorated with all black tattoos, but the other has, from what I can tell, every color of the rainbow.
My eyes see the fierce yet sexy man in front of me, but my nose and body recognizes the smell of the pizza sitting to the left of his arm. My stomach chooses this exact moment to remind me I’m hungry by emitting a low growl. Diego’s head snaps up at the noise, and his smile grows as he closes the cover of the notebook he was drawing in.
“Doodling?” I ask taking a step closer to the table. Such a silly word for such a manly biker.
He grins at me, and when he does that not only does it cause butterflies low in my belly, but it makes him look younger and less hardened.
“You hungry?” he asks slipping the notebook under his leg.
My stomach rumbles my response, and he laughs lightly. “I’ll take that as a yes. Have a seat,” he says pointing to the chair beside him.
I sit down and take the slice of pizza Diego offers me on a paper plate and a chilled bottle of water. It smells heavenly, and my stomach doesn’t stop growling until over half of my second slice is gone.
“I didn’t know what kind you liked, so I got supreme,” he explains as I pull off a large slice of mushroom.
“This is perfect,” I tell him after swallowing a small bite and washing it down with a sip of water.
I was just about to bring up tomorrow’s shopping when laughter from the other room invades our calm dinner. I could hear the men before they cleared the threshold of the door. I look up and see Shadow, Kid, Doc, and Rose make their way into the kitchen.
They each grab a paper plate, fish pizza out of the boxes, and sit at one of the other empty tables in the room. There are a total of five tables in the seating area just off of the kitchen. The big round tables hold eight to ten people easily, and I wonder what this place is like when all of those chairs are full.