Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Once the lights were out, and I was standing beside my car, I gave an involuntary shiver at the darkness surrounding Sebastian’s place.
It was extremely dark here.
The lights that were normally on at night, were out. I’d thought that they were motion detected, but I must’ve been wrong since they weren’t catching my movement.
Then again, I’d never been over without Sebastian being home before.
I’d been shielded by the car, and hadn’t realized it’d gotten as cold as it did. Although, I’d heard there was a cold snap coming through.
Looking down at my capris, I contemplated staying in the car, but decided I could probably hack it. It wasn’t that cold, just barely sixty-four degrees, according to my phone. Plus, I had one of Sebastian’s huge sweatshirts. If it got too bad, I could just tuck my knees inside of it.
My destination had originally been the back porch, but with one look at all the bike parts strewn all over the seats and the table, I turned to the dock and took a seat on the lounger.
The walk on the unsteady dock made my ribs ache for the first time that day.
I’d been pretty careful not to do any sudden moving, or walk more than I had to; this was the first time, in days, I’d actually felt more than the aches. My mom also waited on me hand and foot. If I had to pick anytime to get hurt, doing it while my mother was in town was the perfect plan.
I didn’t know how long I’d stayed there like that, bundled up in Sebastian’s sweatshirt and listening to the calming motions of the lake. I’d guessed it’d been about an hour when the sound of Sebastian’s bike came barreling down the road toward the house.
I decided to stay right where I was, though, too relaxed to move right then.
I watched as the single headlight of Sebastian’s bike pulled into its usual spot beside the carport door, and then the twin headlights of Sebastian’s truck pulling in beside it. I knew it was Sebastian’s truck because of the weird looking headlights.
They were shaped differently than most other new Chevrolets I’d seen. A red outline surrounded the outer rim of the headlights, and they had that really annoying brightness to them that probably blinded passing motorists.
When I’d asked about them, Sebastian had laughed and told my they were the ones that had the emergency lights already built so he didn’t have to have an ‘unsightly light bar’ on top.
Due to the openness of Sebastian’s place, I could hear him clearly when he spoke. “Thanks for bringing it. Give me a minute to stow my stuff and flip the lights on and I’ll be right back.”
“Oh, Sebastian. This is the best truck ever. Do you want to let me borrow it sometime?” A flirty, feminine voice cooed.
My eyes crossed at the syrupy sweetness. Jesus, but the women that congregated around that man made my want to gouge my eyes out.
I couldn’t keep count of the number of calls he received while he was with me that was of the feminine persuasion. He’d always turned them down flat, telling them he had a girlfriend now, but it was enough to make me realize that my man was a slut before I’d met him.
“Yeah, pet. I like it. Be back in a few.” Sebastian said before I heard the bang of the porch door being opened and closed.
I didn’t want to be left alone out here by myself all night, and started the trek up to the carport when I heard the whispered conversation inside his truck.
“Did you ask him?” The woman whispered to someone.
“No.” A man’s voice I didn’t recognize, answered.
The sound of the truck door opening and the distinct sound of a Zippo Lighter opening followed his abrupt answer.
“But he’s done it before. Ever since that stupid bitch, he doesn’t bring around the club showed up he doesn’t even party anymore. Doesn’t play. He doesn’t even fight. The girls keep complaining that he won’t visit with them, either. What kind of hold does the stupid girl have on him that keeps him from his life?” The girl whined.
I froze, seeing the opportunity for what it was, and listened as I leaned against the side of the house.
“He likes her. Nothing more you need to know.” The man said, lighting his cigarette, and flipping the lighter closed.
The flare of the cigarette lit the man’s face, and I recognized him. Trance.
I’d only met him from afar, but that was enough to realize why the man was called Trance. He was beautiful with blonde curly hair that, on a person with straight hair, would’ve been around an inch or so long; but, on him, it made it extremely short looking.
That wasn’t even the most beautiful part about him, though.
He had two different colored eyes. One crystal blue and one emerald green.
His eyes were the stuff of fairy tales.
I’d asked Sebastian about him, but he’d only told me, offhanded, that he was a cop and had been with the club for around seven years.
“But Trance, I haven’t gotten to play with him in forever!” The girl whined again.
The sound of the carport door opening again put a halt to their conversation as Sebastian yelled, “Trance, are the lights coming on on your side?”
Trance threw his cigarette onto the ground, putting it out with his boot, and distinguishing the only light with it. “No light on at all out here.”
“Fuck, why aren’t these working?” Sebastian growled as he slammed the door shut.
Thinking now was a good time to announce my presence; I stepped out from around the house, and ran smack into a solid wall of muscle.
“Oomph.” I said as my face hit something hard, and then my ribs met the same hardness.
I didn’t have time to feel pain, though, because in the very next instant, I found myself face down on the ground, my mouth being shoved into the grass, and a body straddling my back.
I hadn’t realized that I screamed through the haze of pain my ribs were now feeling.