Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Two, Truth pulled up with the roar of screeching tires and a revving engine. He stopped his bike at the front of Verity’s car, got off of it and started stalking toward the poor motherfucker who definitely chose the wrong fucking car.
I sighed and hit the button to roll the window down.
The Flasher hit his knees, but he was right back up again when he saw Truth heading for him.
It wouldn’t surprise me if the Flasher knew who Truth was. Everyone did. We were members of the Dixie Wardens MC. It was hard not to know who each of us were if you lived in this town.
It’s not like we weren’t well known. We were. The Rejects did a lot of volunteering and held a lot of parties. We did a lot of everything, really.
And Truth was in the spotlight just as much as I was at times.
Especially after his swordsmith skills were mentioned in the fucking NY Times newspaper just last month.
Truth might be well known…but he honestly didn’t care. Especially when, after seeing the stupid man trying to run, he went after him.
Truth caught him. Tough hadn’t even bothered to go after him, knowing it wouldn’t be necessary.
“Truth…”
Truth slammed his fist into the stupid man’s face, dropped him like a sack of flour, and then turned on his heel to go to his wife.
His son threw himself into his arms the moment he got within reach, and Verity wrapped herself around him.
And my heart started to ache.
“Why are you here, Conleigh Annaliese?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and waved my hand. “Picked her up.”
Winnie’s eyes never strayed off her daughter. “And what happened this time?”
I felt someone come up beside me. Tough.
He watched the mother and daughter square off toward each other just as I was doing.
“This is Matt Holyfield’s ex-wife,” Tough whispered. “Holy shit. Why do you have his kid in your cruiser?”
I grimaced. “Long story.”
“Long story that I want to hear over a beer tonight,” he ordered.
And it was an order. He wouldn’t rest until he knew the full story, and I knew it.
“Fine. The usual spot?”
He nodded. “I’m gonna take that poor guy to the clink. I’ll see you around eight when our shift ends.”
And then Tough left, leaving me with two very pissed off girls in the middle of the road, staring at each other. Neither one of them willing to back down.
A car horn honked, reminding me that we were, indeed, in the middle of a freakin’ street blocking three of the five lanes of traffic.
“Ladies,” I said, voice tired. “Take it to the shoulder. Truth! Come move this car and your bike!”
“Get in the car,” Winnie growled.
And then I saw her limping to her car, sans cane or walker.
It made me smile.
“All my stuff is in Steel’s cruiser.”
Winnie growled. “Get your stuff, then meet me in that parking lot. I’ll pick you up there.”
Then Winnie was in her car, her eyes angry, as she moved out of the road.
She’d just pulled into the closest parking lot and parked when another cruiser arrived on scene.
This one was not welcome.
Matt poked his head out and then offered me a mocking grin.
“Darn, I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner,” he lied.
I knew he was lying, too. Fucker.
Conleigh rounded my car then and walked up to where I was just making my way to the shoulder.
“Conleigh, what are you doing here?”
Conleigh ignored Matt, turning her eyes completely to me.
“Conleigh.”
“Thank you for the ride,” she said, her eyes sliding away from me momentarily to Matt who’d said her name once again. “I appreciate your words of wisdom and your understanding.”
I touched the tip of her nose. “Go before your mother freaks out.”
Conleigh grinned, then purposefully walked behind my cruiser to avoid getting any closer to Matt, who was staring at her, watching her go.
I drew Matt’s attention when I said, “What are you doing here?”
“I just came off lunch,” he murmured. “Wanted to make sure you had it all in hand.”
Sure, he did.
It wasn’t a coincidence, and it didn’t escape my attention, that he always showed up to a scene after everything was all said and done.
He’d been doing that for about six months now, and it was starting to get on my goddamn nerves.
I assigned him to the school as the resource officer as a last resort. He picked up very little overtime and still managed to swap quite a few shifts with other officers. Meaning that half the time he wasn’t at the school dealing with the students, building relationships with them and performing his duties as the resource officer like he was supposed to be doing.
But since I allowed the officers under my command to do that at will, as long as the required number of officers were on shift, and not a lot of overtime was being had, I couldn’t exactly argue that he did it. Mostly because then it would be known amongst everyone that I didn’t care for the fucker.