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)
In the end, she surprised me and went back to cooking without another word.
“I’m going to have a word with Peek,” Wolf said. “Then we can go.”
I nodded my head and watched him leave, all the while keeping Xavier in a hunched over position.
“You can let him go now, dear,” Alison said without turning around.
“She has eyes in the back of her head,” I whispered to Xavier. “Don’t do anything stupid.”
Alison chuckled.
“I heard that.”
“She has ears like a hawk, as well,” I told him. “One time, when I was staying here while I testified in the case against the men who hurt my friend, she caught me sneaking out of my protective custody. I felt like I was sixteen again.”
“Why were you sneaking out?” Xavier asked. “Everybody knows when you sneak out, you get caught.”
I rolled my eyes.
“I was a sheltered child. Sort of. More like uncared for. Nobody gave a shit if I snuck out; meaning, at the time, I didn’t realize anyone would give a shit that I was leaving,” I informed him haughtily.
Xavier smirked and I pushed him away with a hand on his forehead before walking to the bar and planting my ass on the barstool closest to Alison.
Wolf had gone down the hallway to his room or possibly the meeting room, church. Two other people shared that hallway with him, but I couldn’t tell you who. The only person that ever interested me in the entire situation was Wolf, and I could tell you just about anything you wanted to know about him.
His height, which was six foot three. His weight, which I happened to figure out only because I asked him a few days ago. His alma mater—LSU. His military occupation. You name it, I knew it.
Wolf had interested me for a long damn time, and I was on top of the fucking world.
My bank account was frozen. I had no health insurance. My dog was being passed around to friends and acquaintances. My car was taking up space in front of an apartment that I was no longer welcome in, and I was unemployed…sort of.
All of that didn’t matter, however, with Wolf in the picture.
Wolf had been my dream come true—the one thing I never thought I’d be able to have.
In fact, it still didn’t seem real.
Which might explain why I said what I said next.
“Xavier,” I said, turning my head to the boy that was still standing where I’d left him. “Would you mind going to find your room? It’s on the right hallway—first room on the right.”
Xavier nodded and bolted, not sparing even a ‘thank you’ or ‘okay’ before he was gone.
“Interesting kid,” Alison said as soon as he left the room. “What was that look you gave him before he left?”
I stared at Alison’s back, wondering how in the hell she’d seen the look when she’d been facing the pot at the stove.
Either the woman had exceptional ESP, or she could see out of the sides of her eyes better than the rest of the normal human population.
“I need to talk to you,” I hesitated. “I need to talk to someone that’s not going to bullshit an answer just to make me happy.”
Alison turned her head to stare at me. “And you think I’m that person?”
I nodded my head.
“I do,” I confirmed.
Alison smirked.
See, the thing about the woman standing in front of me, was that her husband always came first.
The Uncertain Saints came second, and everybody else came third.
She was a mother hen, and all of the men were her chicks.
If one was in trouble, she was going to be there to help them in any way she could if they needed it.
Right now, though, I was about to ask her something that would go against the grain.
Hell, it went against my grain.
But I needed to do it. I needed to be independent.
I needed to leave, and I needed to do it now before anything more would tie me to this place and to Wolf. I wasn’t becoming one of his responsibilities. I wanted to be his partner, not his charity case.
“I need your advice,” I murmured, looking over my shoulder covertly to make sure we were alone.
“My advice on what?” Alison asked, giving me her full attention.
I raised my casted hand and scratched my nose.
“You’re not going to like it.”
Chapter 14
At my funeral I would like there to be a piñata so they can be happy. But not too happy. To ensure that, I want the piñata to be filled with bees.
-Meme
Wolf
“What is that supposed to be?” Peek asked, looking down at the man who’d been in my truck’s bed for twenty-four hours straight now.
Lucky for me, but bad for him, I’d thrown him down on top of the tarp before I’d tied him down to the bed.
I didn’t want his piss and shit all over the bed of my truck. I sure as fuck didn’t need his blood, either.