Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I scurried around the gurney and squeezed out of the opening, not stopping until I was out the ER entrance and running down the street like my ass was on fire.
“Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck,” I growled to myself. “Fuck!”
My breathing, which was already way too labored, only got worse when the firetruck drove past me with none other than Bowe watching me as it passed.
Fucking wonderful.
Even better, my nipples were hard, and he smiled, letting me know he knew what he did to me.
Perfect! Just freakin’ perfect!
Chapter 3
I can’t tie a cherry stem with my tongue, but I can eat my body weight in carbs. Want to date me now?
-Angie’s secret thoughts
Angie
“Did you know that it takes a six-mile run to work off one Oreo?” my sister, my about to die of asphyxiation little bitch of a sister, asked me.
I turned my head to her so slowly that most people would’ve run, quickly.
My sister, Ariel, only smiled.
“What?” she asked innocently.
“Go away,” I mumbled, picking up a slip of paper that was a recent parts order, and filed it where it belonged.
“Ang!” my brother called from the garage. “Can you bring me something to wipe my eyes? There’s dirt in them!”
Rolling my eyes at my brother’s inability to prevent shit before it happened—and he damn well knew it would happen—I grabbed a wipe from the box on the corner of my desk and headed in his direction.
“What happened to make you eat like that?” Ariel asked as she stayed at my side.
I looked down at her.
“Nothing.”
“It was the firefighter again, wasn’t it?” she challenged. “That’s the only reason you would poison your body with Oreos.”
I looked down at her again and glared, then reached and snatched the half-eaten cookie out of her hand.
“These are mine,” I growled. “Don’t eat them.”
She stuck her tongue out, her teeth and mouth covered in Oreo residue, and I gagged.
“Gross,” I grumbled. “Why aren’t you at school?”
She pursed her lips and refused to answer.
When I arrived at Alec’s side, I lifted the wipe and vigorously rubbed his face clean.
“Thanks,” Alec said dryly as he pushed up.
He was standing under a car lift, an old piece of crap racing car that came in once every two weeks above his head.
He had his one hand holding the transmission in while the other tightened a nut somewhere I couldn’t see.
“You know,” I said to him. “I got you glasses for a reason.”
My brother spared me a glance, and grunted in reply.
“What are you doing here, Ariel?” Alec grunted. “Didn’t you have an award ceremony this morning?”
I looked to her and grinned.
“Busted,” I teased.
When Ariel’s face still didn’t lose the frown, I started to worry.
“Ariel…”
“Dad was there,” she blurted.
That news surprised me.
Our father didn’t go to anything of ours.
Literally, nothing.
Not a volleyball game, nor soccer or baseball. Not our graduation from high school, nor the one from college. Not even to Alec’s children’s births or Elise’s.
Literally, my father did nothing for us, so hearing that he was at Ariel’s awards ceremony was just plain surprising.
“He didn’t come for me,” Ariel admitted. “He came for Bitsy.”
My mouth tightened.
Bitsy was his wife. A wife who kind of sort of hated us.
Not that we didn’t return the favor, but still.
“Why?” I asked. “What’s there to see?”
“She has his balls shoved down so deep into her pocket that he has no choice but to come if she bids him to,” Alec complained. “Likely, he was there because she asked him to be; most likely because she didn’t want to see you or me.”
“We didn’t go, though,” I informed him.
“She didn’t know that,” he said. “The last time she saw you, you let her know that you didn’t take too kindly to her adultering ways.”
I laughed.
I had done that.
The bitch deserved it, though.
What did she expect?
The woman had wormed her way into his life when my dad was most vulnerable, sucked him into her Venus flytrap of a vagina, and then ordered him to leave his wife and kids if he wanted to stay with her.
So yes, the bitch deserved it.
Our dad wasn’t even our dad anymore, even though Ariel tried as hard as she could to get him to pay attention to her.
“Did he say anything to you?” I asked her.
Ariel nodded her head, her curly black hair falling over her shoulder as she did.
We all looked alike.
There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that we were the hell spawn of Taryn and Tommy Soco.
My mother was half black, and half Native American while my father was half Italian and half Puerto Rican.
We had my mom’s skin tone, my father’s honey colored eyes, my mom’s long limbed physique, and my father’s hair.
We were the perfect blend of two of the most beautiful people—on the outside anyway.
Ariel’s ringlets were almost identical to mine, only my hair was about four inches longer than hers.