Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Em decided he wanted to ride along as muscle, not that I needed it, but we're family and that's what families do, we back each other's play.
It was almost nine by the time we got to where the fuck we were going, I hated cliched clandestine meetings in the backs of smoky run down dives, so we were having this meet on the waterfront.
Dude had brought his whole posse, the fuck was he expecting, a showdown, whatever. I can't say that I blame him though, one crew calls you on behalf of another like that with some heavy shit, you should take precautions, I wasn't feeling threatened, this was still my turf and I wasn't here on some bullshit.
"Sanchez."
"Lyon."
We did the head nod thing before we both hopped off our rides and walked a little ways from our boys.
"What you got?"
"We're in, it was easy, you do know these guys are in some cushy little bitch ass jail awaiting trial right?"
"What?"
Okay so I'm not up on the prison system, wasn't planning on ever visiting the inside of one, if I ever did a mother fucker which was about the only thing I could see me doing to land me in there, I'd make sure to do shit right and leave nothing back for evidence.
So I hadn't gone any farther than getting the names from Jared and the name of the place they were being held at, here I am thinking that if you terrorized two teenaged girls, leading one to her death, that you will most definitely be doing hard time on a chain gang while awaiting justice.
The bad thing for these boys was that learning this only passed me way the fuck off and now their lives were going to be just a little harder.
We worked out the particulars which took the better part of two hours, which meant it was almost her bedtime by the time we were satisfied.
"Gimme a minute bro."
I walked off and pulled out my phone, she answered on the first ring.
"You tucked up babe?"
"Just about, where are you?"
"I had some shit to do, should be back soon, it'll be late by the time I get there so I'm calling you now, can't stay long babe got people waiting on me, stay sweet and I'll see you in the morning."
"Okay...be careful, by the way my truck's ready so you don't have to get me in the morning."
"We'll see, what were you reading when I came into the office today?"
"Colt!"
"Tell me."
"A book...about Dom sub relationships." She hung up the phone.
I'm sure the men around me thought I'd lost my mind when I started roaring with laughter.
My little angel was full of surprises.
I walked back over to where Sanchez was waiting to tie shit up.
"We done?"
"Your call brother."
"We're done."
The next morning I was standing in the lot with the guys looking at some finished products when this old ass truck pulled in.
Oh hell no, the fuck?
"What the fuck is that?"
I pointed at the monstrosity she'd just hopped out of.
"What, my truck, my dad and his friend worked on it, it's good."
I unclipped my cell and called the chief, this might be stepping over all kinds of boundaries but, whatever, it was Angel.
"Chief, what the fuck?"
"Colton, what?"
"What is she driving?"
"What do you mean son?"
"How reliable is this thing?"
"It looks like crap but it's in good shape, she'll still get a good couple years out of it."
Not if I had anything to say about it.
"We need to talk chief."
"You know where to find me, this about you and my girl I take it."
"Yep."
"She told you about..."
"Yeah, she told me."
"Okay then."
We hung up and I looked over the piece of crap she'd been driving.
"Haul this shit outta here boys."
"Colton..."
"You got anything in there you can't live without?"
"You're not getting rid of my truck."
"You're not driving that eyesore again."
How would it look I have a fucking garage full of expensive cars and my woman was riding around in this shit?
I knew exactly which jeep I wanted her to have.
"Come with me, give Tommy your keys."
She grudgingly gave up the keys to the junk heap and followed me grumbling under her breath.
"Something on your mind Sloan?"
"No!"
"What's with the attitude, you seriously think I'd let you drive around in that shit?"
"I don't see what's wrong with it."
For some reason I saw the truck as an extension of her baggy clothes and schoolmarm hair, something to hide behind.
* * *
He can be so annoying sometimes, but oh so sexy.
That take charge attitude of his was gonna get him thrown to the floor and ravaged. It didn't help that he was wearing army green fatigues with a black muscle shirt and his tats were on full display making me twitchy.
His pants were shoved into his Doc Martens and there was a nice little bulge under his belt that promised all kinds of delights.