Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“We’re all likely going to be giving testimonies on the stand that explains what we’ve all been going through the last month,” Wolf said. “How fucking convenient if he took all three of us out at the same damn time.”
I looked over at the sleeping Xavier. “I think Peek might kill him.”
Wolf snorted and shifted down into third, making me jump when he copped a feel.
“You’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?” I asked him.
“He might want to,” Wolf said, ignoring my question. “But Alison won’t let him. They’ve never been able to have kids, and Alison does everything she can to live vicariously through the members of the club who have babies.”
“She’s the one who introduced me to Nathan,” I reminded him. “I know how much she wants babies.”
“Don’t mention that in front of Peek,” Wolf muttered as he took the final turn that would lead us to the clubhouse.
A strong bump had something solid in the truck bouncing, and then a low moan followed the thump.
“What was that?” I asked in confusion, looking behind us.
“Did you call your credit card company this morning?” Wolf asked, distracting me from the sound.
“Yeah,” I sighed. “Card is now canceled. As well as my debit card, and all of my checks. The account is frozen, so they can’t access it anymore, and when I’m ready, I’ll start a new one.”
I’d found out earlier that morning that someone had charged nearly fifteen grand on my credit card.
When the bank noticed the charges, they deemed it suspicious and called to see if I had made the purchases.
I, of course, hadn’t been. So that started a series of telephone calls to everyone and their brother about canceling cards and closing out accounts.
Now the only thing left to my name that wasn’t frozen in my account was five hundred dollars that was burning a hole in my pocket.
Cash always had that effect on me.
If that same cash was in my bank account, it wouldn’t affect me at all.
The fact that it was sitting in my wallet made me think of going to the store and spending every single bit of it on three hundred bags of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.
I never said my mind was logical.
He pulled up to stop at the same flat bottom boat that he’d used a few days ago, and I stared.
“The water’s gotten higher,” I muttered.
“Supposed to go up a few more feet before it crests,” Wolf agreed. “Fucking terrible, isn’t it?”
I nodded forlornly and got out, being sure to shake Xavier awake as I moved.
Xavier folded his lean body out of the seat and stood beside the truck, staring at the water in front of him.
“This is eerie as fuck,” he said, looking at the entire area much the same as I’d done a few days prior.
“It is,” I agreed. “We have to take that to the front steps.”
I pointed at the flat bottom, and Xavier actually grinned. “Never been on a boat before.”
I snorted and walked over to it, stepping inside and taking a seat as I waited for the men to gather bags and computers.
For a fifteen-year-old boy, Xavier sure was concerned about his appearance.
Was that normal for a kid his age?
I wouldn’t really know.
I hadn’t been around a lot of fifteen-year-old boys.
“Oh, my God!” Xavier said once we arrived inside the clubhouse five minutes later. “What is that smell?”
My stomach growled at the smell as well, and I followed my nose to find Alison in the kitchen with a wooden spoon in her hand.
“Lasagna?” I asked hopefully.
I loved lasagna. It was my favorite.
I could eat it seven days a week and twice on Sunday.
However, I valued the clothes that fit over my ass, so it wasn’t something I let myself cave on.
Alison turned and smiled.
“Yes,” her eyes went to Xavier. “You the boy that fucked with my bank account?”
Xavier’s eyes widened.
I grinned.
Wolf and I had been over Xavier’s role in all of this the first day he’d been at the house, and it hadn’t taken me long to forgive Xavier.
Xavier was fifteen-years-old, but he was a young fifteen. He was an introvert and looked like he rarely had any adult interaction of any kind. And if he did happen to get some adult interaction, it was with a couple of men—his father and a man who forced him to do illegal things—and they weren’t what I would call good role models.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Xavier replied, his eyes staying straight on Alison’s.
Impressed that he was able to hold the older woman’s eyes without flinching, I threw my arm over Xavier’s shoulder and stared at Alison.
“He’s already promised to set everything right, and he’s officially switched to the good side,” I told her, pulling Xavier down to my level so I could put my head against his.
Xavier took the manhandling like a pro and kept his head pressed to mine while Alison decided what to say or do next.