Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Before my body could get too excited, the door slammed, and I listened as his footsteps retreated down the hallway. Turning then, I sank onto the edge of the bed and stared at the closed door. I was tempted to take my sandal off and throw it at the wall, door, something.
Instead, I stood back up to go get a bath and try not to masturbate to Huck Kingston.
Twelve
Trinity
It took me most of the day to clean up the mess from the party. When that was done, I worked on the rest of the house, then started dinner. This was going to be a full-time job. How long was it going to last? I wasn’t getting paid for this. Just room and board. I guessed my life was safe too.
Gage came inside the back door about the time I finished making dinner. He inhaled deeply and grinned. “That smells fucking amazing. Now, let’s pack it all up and head to the shop.”
I’d heard them talk about the shop, but I wasn’t sure what it was. “What is that?” I asked.
“Huck’s bike repair shop. We got some shit to finish up, and we’ll be there late. Huck sent me to get you and the food. Well, just the food, but you’ve been here all damn day, and I getting out will feel good.”
He was taking me without Huck telling him to. I wasn’t sure that was a good idea.
He raised his eyebrows when I didn’t move. “What?”
“I, uh … is that smart if Huck didn’t say I could?”
Gage grinned and put both his hands on the island between us, then leaned toward me. “He might be big and fucking bossy, but make no mistake—Huck isn’t in charge of me. I’m a crazier son of a bitch than he is. He knows it too. Now, pack the shit up, and let’s get you out of the damn house for a while.”
He was right. It would be nice to get out of this house. I nodded and started packing up the lasagna, Caesar salad, and garlic bread. There was an apple pie on the counter and vanilla ice cream in the freezer.
“Need a cooler for the ice cream?” Gage asked.
I nodded.
He left the kitchen, then came back in with a navy cooler that I added ice to before putting the vanilla ice cream in.
“Should I pack an ice cream scoop, plates, forks?”
He shook his head. “Nope. There is a mini kitchen at the shop. It has all we need.”
I was still a tiny bit nervous about going without Huck’s permission, but Gage did seem sure of his decision. He was the one who had put a gun to my head—twice. Obeying him would be a solid decision.
Gage took most of the food with him out to the truck he was driving. I followed with the pie and garlic bread. He took over arranging everything in the backseat, so I let him handle it and went to get into the passenger seat. It felt good to be getting out. Last night had been difficult. Huck seemed to be a problem for me, and as much as I wished I could hate him, I couldn’t.
“What exactly does Huck do at the bike repair shop?” I asked when Gage was pulling out of the garage.
“Mostly works on Harleys. That’s his Harley in the last parking spot in the garage. It’s his specialty. But he works on all kinds of bikes.”
“Motorcycles then. Not actual bikes.” I realized I had misunderstood.
Gage laughed. “Yeah, motorcycles.”
I could see Huck on a motorcycle. He looked like the type. I remembered the Harley I’d noticed outside the church when we left to go to the gravesite for Hayes’s funeral. I’d wondered then who it belonged to, but with all the other going on at the moment, I’d forgotten about it.
“Do you and Levi work there too?” I assumed he had to have help other than Ray-Ray, who apparently liked to give blow jobs.
He smirked. “I can’t fix shit. Levi knows a little. Huck has a few guys who work for him.”
I watched out the window as we drove away from the house.
“How did you like last night’s get-together?”
I turned to look at him to see if he was being serious. He was grinning. Figured. For a man who would hold a gun to your head with no issue whatsoever, he sure liked to make jokes.
“Memorable,” I replied.
He threw his head back and laughed. Gage wasn’t as tall, wide, attractive as Huck, but he wasn’t hard on the eyes. Neither was Levi. They all had their own appeal. If you overlooked the fact that they were criminals.
“Can I ask you something?”
He glanced over at me. “Shoot.”
“Are y’all in a gang?” I asked.
He let out another laugh and flashed me a grin. “No, Trinity. We are not a gang.”