Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“Never,” she agrees, pressing a soft kiss over my heart.
I figure there’s something I should share with her. “I went to see my folks the other day.”
She sits up, resting her head in her hand. “You did? How did it go?”
“My dad has cancer. I don’t know how serious it is, but they seemed different than I remember.” I pause, thinking back on the visit. “When my dad opened the door and I saw him, it really hit me how much time has passed. He’s getting old. I want to forgive them, I just don’t know if I can. They said and did some really fucked up shit when I got back from deployment.”
Maggie considers this for a moment. “Well, you gotta forgive them or it’ll eat you up inside.”
I sigh, knowing she’s right but struggling with how to get there. “That’s the problem. How do I do it?”
“You just do it,” she says simply. Then she adds, “I know it ain’t that easy. Parents always want better for their kids. But better doesn’t have to be what they imagine. You gotta find your own better. They don’t have to understand it. They just gotta accept it.”
She gets me. “I told them about you.”
Maggie raises her eyebrows in surprise and rubs a hand over her cropped hair. “Me? With the neck tats and shit?” She points to the scar on her cheek. “Definitely not who they want for you.”
I shrug. “Maybe not. But you’re my better.”
She laughs, and I know I’ll never get sick of that sound. “I love you, Doc.”
“Good.” I stand, smiling, when her gaze goes straight to my semi-erect cock. “Because I’m going to fuck you in the shower, and then we’re heading to the clubhouse to get all this shit straightened out.”
“I guess we’re jumping right into the fire?”
I take her hand and pull her off the bed. “It’s what we do.”
“You’re lucky I love your crazy ass,” she says, heading to the shower.
I laugh and join her in the shower, keeping my word and fucking her—twice—in the shower before we dress and make our way to the clubhouse, high on life.
Maggie’s resilience is a constant source of strength for me, but we both have things to work out. At least we have each other while we’re working them out.
“What the fuck is going on?” Maggie hops off the back of my bike before I kill the engine, and I’m about to yell at her for doing that shit when I see what’s caught her eye.
Cop cars. Half a dozen of ’em in the parking lot. I kill the engine and walk toward Ace and Doherty. “What’s going on?”
Doherty looks at me, his expression resigned. “Dr. Kane Bishop, I hate to do this, but you’re under arrest for the murder of Jake Lilly.”
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My knees threaten to buckle, but I hold my ground. “What? Who the fuck is Jake Lilly, and why do you think I killed him?”
“You got any evidence of that?” Ace does what the Prez does— protects his men.
That’s when Tank steps up, his face set in a scowl. His voice is flat, devoid of emotion. “It was me, man.”
Doherty turns to Tank, surprise etched across his face. “You're confessing to the murder?”
Tank’s face is stone-cold. “We fought. But I didn’t kill nobody.”
I stare at Tank, grappling with what he’s just done. This is no game. He’s putting himself on the line for the MC.
I stare at one of my newest brothers as he turns and lets Doherty slap handcuffs on him. “You have the right to remain silent...” Doherty's voice drones on as he cuffs Tank.
”What the fuck, Tank?”
“It’s all right, Doc. I’ll be fine. Still got the bruises to prove I was just defendin’ myself.” Behind the false bravado is all the other shit. Fear. Anxiety. Hope.
Been there. Done that. Bought the fucking t-shirt.
“Don’t say shit, man,” Ace calls out. “A lawyer will meet you at the cop shop.”
As the cop cars pull away, I’m worried. And a little scared.
My fucking stupidity could take the whole club down.