Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 94716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
I couldn’t help but laugh. The woman was a fricking genius when it came to a computer. She also knew me better than I knew myself. It wasn’t until we had electricity and alarms wired on the fence that I felt comfortable leaving the house again. Not to mention a security system.
Before, I’d never needed it; my place was the last of them all to be wired. I’d never regret that decision more than I did the night she had to use deadly force to defend herself.
“Whatcha got?” I asked.
I knew she had something, too. The woman was smart as a whip. All she had to do was get a hunch, and she’d follow the trail to the last tiny breadcrumb.
“I woke up from a dream. Only, instead of forgetting it, I remembered every detail. Down to the safety deposit box number, as well as the security code he gave me. He’d told me about the box the day he stood in for you when we got married. Said that it held your will, as well as other important documents. That day we stowed the marriage license in there, and he showed me how to do everything.”
I nodded, thinking to myself. “Yeah, I gave him a copy, as well as Tai. I’d found the copy of the will at his house though. That’s the weird thing.”
“I don’t know. However, his bank records still show him paying for the box every month. Which costs a fucking ton because it’s in the nicest bank in San Antonio. It’s also owned by none other than Edward Clayton.”
That one dropped like a bomb.
“Mother Trucker.” Sam said sounding pained.
“Mother trucker?” I asked in question.
“The girls like to repeat words. I told Cheyenne I’d stop saying fucker.” He explained.
I nodded in understanding. “Guess I need to make another trip.”
***
“Guess I never should have left,” I groaned and rolled over, burying my face into the pillow. “I’m getting too old for this shit.”
“I thought bikers liked riding,” She said as she pulled on her uniform shirt.
“Must not be as hardcore as I thought I was.” I murmured as I watched her slip pants over her hips.
“Do you like the job?” I asked.
She’d been there twice now, and I felt like a shitty husband that I didn’t even ask her how her first day went.
“I love it. But, something happened last time I was on shift. A woman that was in an accident lost her child about three weeks before she was supposed to be born,” She said as she sat on the bed. “I…I want to look in the box.”
My heart stuttered, and then picked up beating double time. “I think we can do that.”
She smiled at me gratefully. “Okay. I’ve got to go. I love you, Jackopa.”
I watched her leave the room, and then heard her moving around in the kitchen. Making her coffee. Running water in the sink. Taking a Pop-tart out of the cabinet.
All those sounds were sounds of happiness to me. Before Winter came home, when I woke up, there was only silence. I used to be happy to have that silence.
Things had changed, though. If I had that silence again, I was afraid I’d lose it. I never wanted to hear silence again.
“Can I have one of your chocolate milks?” Winter yelled.
“How many do I have left?” I yelled back.
In truth, I really didn’t care if she took everything I had to my name, as long as I got to keep her forever.
“One.” She muttered, and then I heard the front door slam.
I hopped out of bed as if my ass was on fire, ran to the kitchen to grab her milk, and then tore out of the front door on her heels. She was just angling into the car when she saw me leave the front door and froze midway.
Peripherally, I saw Cheyenne and Sam standing outside, but I wanted to catch her before she left, and didn’t really care who saw me in my underwear.
“I’m thinking we need to build some fences.” Sam observed dryly.
“Oh, I don’t know. It’s kind of fitting seeing as she saw all the other men in their skivvies.” She drawled.
I ignored them, and the frozen state of my balls, as I grabbed Winter and kissed her forcefully, pulling away before my dick could take control. “Love you.” I said as I shoved the chocolate milk into her hand and ran back towards the open front door.
I gave Cheyenne a wink as I went, and she laughed.
“Bastard.” Sam grumbled.
***
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t give my wife any free shows from now on.” Gabe mumbled as he pulled up beside me and shut off the bike.
“Jesus, let it go already. I’m sorry I look better in my underwear than y’all do.” I goaded as I swung my leg over the bike.
Groaning, I stretched my arms high above my head and felt my spine crack.
“I’ll wait here for you.” Gabe said as he got off his bike and stretched as well.
“Sounds good.” I said and started walking towards the banks front door.
Once inside, I walked up to the teller, a young woman all of twenty, at the most, and smiled my most disarming smile. “I need to get into my safety deposit box.”
“Okay! Please step to that door right there and I’ll have someone to you shortly.” She said, smiling flirtatiously.
I did as instructed, and only had to wait thirty seconds when a man in his late twenties opened it for me and waved me through. “Hello. How are you today, sir?”
“Good, thanks.” I said.
He led us into a room full of boxes about two by three feet in diameter. Some had the old-fashioned keys, while others had electronic keypads.
Knowing the one I needed was a keypad, I walked up to the side that they rested on and quickly scanned the numbers. Seven thirty one was the very bottom one in the right corner.
“Is there anything else you’ll need?” The man asked, as I took a knee next to the box.