Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 124029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
“Sure.” I mustered a weak smile. “Coffee sounds great.”
“I’ll pick you up in a couple hours.”
He turned around and walked away. I spun back to the stage, catching Tess’ gaze. She looked miserable. My cheeks heated when I realized she’d heard our exchange.
They say the bigger they are, the harder they fall.
I was anxiously waiting to hear the thud that West’s love for me would make when it finally overpowered his stubbornness.
West
Payback and Karma had one thing in common—they were both bitches.
Today, I got to deliver them to Kade Appleton, wrapped in a toxic bow.
I’d tried to accommodate his small-dick syndrome. Truly, I had. I’d gone to extreme lengths to minimize the damage in this situation. I’d bitten my tongue and let him have his moment in the sun, but now all bets were off.
I wanted to ensure he was never coming after me and mine again.
Not only because I wasn’t going to put up with his bullshit, but also because I wanted my girlfriend back.
This time, she was going to be safe.
From him.
From me.
From anyone who wished her harm.
I parked my trashed Ducati in front of Max’s house. Christina was at the shop for days, and still looked like shit.
I’d never been to Max’s place before. Come to think of it, I didn’t even know who he lived with. By the nice, Craftsman-style digs and manicured front lawn, I bet he lived with his parents. Sad, because he didn’t need any more obstacles standing in his way on his quest to lose his virginity.
Baked leaves crunched beneath my boots as I made my way to the door. Max opened up with a somber face, glancing behind my shoulder, to see if I brought reinforcements.
“Is he here?” I stepped into his house without technically being invited.
Max nodded quickly. “Told you I’d make it work.”
“Alone?” I stressed.
He tugged his shirt down his round belly. “I ain’t stupid. Don’t want you to kill me.”
“The former isn’t true, and the latter is still fucking likely.” I sauntered into a neat living room full of flowery furniture and family pictures that proved Max wasn’t the only person in the family who was grossly unfuckable.
I found Kade slumped on the couch, smoking a blunt, watching a football rerun on a flat TV screen, a can of beer in his lap.
“Somethin’ stinks.” He sniffed the air, refusing to unglue his eyes from the screen.
I took a seat on a recliner to his right, studying him. He fidgeted, his fingers dancing around his beer. I noticed a tic in his right eye.
“Heard you were in the hospital.” He made a show of flexing his muscles as he rearranged himself. “You sure look fine to me.”
“Thanks for the medical assessment, Dr. Shit-for-brains.”
He took a sip of his beer, trying to appear calm. But his knee was jerking, and his lower lip trembled. He knew as well as I did that I could thrash him right here, right now, and end things the way they were intended to happen if I wanted to. There was no dispute I was a better fighter. The fact of the matter was, I’d thrown the fight for him, and he’d greedily decided to almost kill me, punishment for my being better.
I stared at him wordlessly, watching him unravel.
“Why’d you call me in here, anyway?” He huffed. “An apology?”
Max slouched next to him, shoving his face between his own knees.
“Just want y’all to know my parents should be here in an hour, so dirtying up the carpet with blood …”
“Better spit it out, then, St. Claire.” Kade ripped his eyes from the screen, eyeballing me. “You wanted to do this without the buffer of our boys. That means whatever’s gonna go down should stay between us. Tell me why I’m here.”
Maybe he wasn’t as dumb as a brick. Maybe he was just as stupid as a rock. Still an object, but half as deadly.
“I want half the money from the fight—and a promise you will never go after me, my friends, my parents, and most of all …” I raised an octave, my tone cutting the air like a blade. “My girlfriend.”
Grace and I weren’t together, but a guy could dream.
Kade rolled his head on the couch, a metallic laugh slipping between his lips.
“You ain’t getting a dime of my money. I won it fair and square, and while you have my word I won’t hurt your girl, I can’t promise I won’t hit on her. A nice piece of ass, you got yourself there. And I hear she’s newly single now. Well, whaddaya know? I happen to have lost my Vegas contract and moved here permanently. Can’t think of better entertainment than pounding into your sexy ex.”
“Now, Kade, let’s not—” Max started, but Appleton hurled his half-full beer can across the room at the TV. The thick, white fluid rolled down on it, foam hissing on the floor.