Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
I hang up the phone and stare at her. “Get me what is mine.”
She turns and goes inside. She’s gone for a few minutes, and comes back with a box full of jewelry. I open it, and study every piece. I know what was there, and what wasn’t. It’s all here. I stare at it, then I look back up at her.
“Don’t contact me again, Theresa. And if you ever, so much as fuckin’ lay your eyes on Saskia again, I will do more than call the police.”
Her mouth opens in shock, but she closes it, and nods.
“You hurt an innocent girl, I hope you can live with that. But I won’t allow it to happen again. Keep fighting me, if it makes you happy. You’ll never win. Stay away from me, and my girl.”
I hold her eyes for the longest moment.
Then I turn and leave.
And I hope to fuck she listens.
Because I never want to see her again.
Not ever.
~28~
SASKIA
Chantelle flops down onto the soda beside me, pouting.
I glance at her, smirking. She obviously has something on her mind, that’s clear. She has spent a good deal of time over here with me, while I recover. And she has yet to come in looking like this.
If I had to take a wild guess, I’d say it has something to do with Boston.
“Are you going to tell me,” I laugh, “or are you going to sit there and pout until I guess?”
She pushes her bottom lip out, and I laugh.
“While your pouting is utterly adorable, it isn’t giving me answers. I’ve been stuck on this sofa for two weeks, Chan. I need gossip. And judging by your face, you have some. So spill.”
She exhales slowly, dramatically. “One name. One gorgeous, painful, stubborn ass name. Boston.”
I snort. “Didn’t take a genius to guess that one. What’s going on?”
“Well,” she says, tucking her legs up and facing me. “It starts like this...”
I roll my eyes at her dramatics, but keep listening.
“You know what’s been going down, and I’ve been really trying to stay away, Sas. I have. I swear it. But anyway, he shows up one night, in a cab, drunk.”
Oh boy.
Drunk bikers.
Never a good combo.
“Oh dear,” I laugh.
“Yes, oh dear. I let him in, and we sit down and talk. He starts telling me about Maverick. Did you know the two of them practically hate each other?”
I blink.
This is news to me.
“No, I had no idea. Why?”
“Something to do with Boston getting the love of Maverick’s life killed. Or something along those lines. His story didn’t make a lot of sense. He was pretty drunk.”
Oh.
Wow.
Maverick had someone before Scarlett? I didn’t know that.
And what did Boston do, to get her killed?
Intriguing.
“Anyway,” Chantelle goes on. “He said Maverick tolerates him, for the sake of the club, but deep down, Maverick despises him.”
Well.
You wouldn’t have picked it.
“I was humbled, you know? He was telling me this story, that obviously has affected him for a long time. And, I kept telling myself the whole time, don’t let this go any further. Friendship only.”
Yeah right.
I already know how hard that is.
“But the problem is, I think I’m getting feelings for him, Sas.”
Uh oh.
“And we just get along so well. So, I just outright asked him about Penny. I told him to give it to me straight, I deserved that much. And you are right...”
Oh no.
I hold my breath for a second.
“He said he is conflicted. He likes me a - in his words - fuck of a lot. But, he and Penny, they have a really close bond, also. He said it has put him in a position that he’s never been in, and he doesn’t want to hurt either of us. So, he thinks it’s best if we don’t spend any more time together. Not right now, anyway.”
Oh.
That really sucks.
And I know it has to hurt.
“Chan, I’m sorry...”
“You know the worst part?” she whispers, crossing her arms. “She still gets to see him. She’s still working for him. So, I’m the only one getting pushed aside.”
“I’m sure he’s finding a way to keep his distance from her, too.”
“Bullshit,” she explodes, pressing her hands over her face.
“Chan,” I say, reaching over and pulling her hands away. “He cares about you, that is obvious. Give him time. Some space. He isn’t a player. If it was Penny he wanted, he would have just told you. He’s doing the right thing, stepping back.”
“For who?” she mutters, angrily.
“For all of you.”
“I should have listened to you,” she sighs, “I should have stayed away from him. Now, here I am, all conflicted and hurt. Except he didn’t even do anything to me, he’s been nothing but nice.”
“He probably just needs time to clear his head.”
She looks to me, eyes red. “Do you think he’ll come back? Do you think I have any chance, at all?”