Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
His expression changes and now I can see the intimidating thing. “Sophie.”
“How do I know, you ask? Because I stayed up all damn night looking out the goddamn window! Sometime this morning they took off, and I’d like to know why. Who are they?”
Ace’s eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that would usually have me backing down. The old Sophie Harmon might have wilted under that stare, maybe even mumbled an apology for being too forward. But times have changed. It’s not just me I have to think about anymore, and this is some seriously scary shit. “Why were you at Men’s Central visiting Tank?”
I blink at his question coming out of left field. “Because I was,” I reply, a little too defiantly.
He lets out a frustrated sigh. “Why?”
“Why are people following me and watching my apartment all night?” My heart thumps so hard, it’s echoing in my ears. I want to lash out. To go off but that won’t get me anywhere. “Someone’s watching me. Someone also tried to run me off the road. Those two things have to be related, and since it’s never happened before, there are only a few reasons it could be happening now. And I want to know why.”
“Jealous boyfriend?” he offers with a shrug.
My nostrils flare, and I count backward from ten. “It’s not.” I pull out my phone, and Ace’s hand instinctively goes to his gun. “Jesus, Ace. I’m here for some answers. I’m not gonna hurt you.”
He lets out a long breath like he’s frustrated with me. Do I care? Hell no. I shove my phone in his face. “Do you know this car? Do you know who this is?” I watch him carefully as he takes in the vehicle and the plate, taking his time to consider before he answers my question.
“Doesn’t look familiar, and I can’t see a damn thing with that dark as fuck tint.”
“Same thing I said.” I realize this pissing match is getting me nowhere. Ace has answers, I know he does, but it’s all on a need-to-know basis, and I, apparently, don’t need to know.
“Look, I’m scared, and Nova told me the MC would take care of me.”
“We will. What do you need?”
Bullshit. “I need to know what the fuck is happening. People are following me. The clinic is destroyed. I don’t have a job, and I’m fucking pregnant! I can’t live like this.” I look around the clubhouse and see everyone, not even pretending like they’re not eavesdropping on our conversation. “Where’s Nova?”
“Nova got you pregnant?” His stupid questions are starting to piss me off. “He and Maggie are in Texas. Have been for a few days now.”
“No! Tank got me pregnant. That’s why I was there. Now can you just answer my questions?”
His expression darkens, and I take a step back even though a small rational part of my brain is screaming that he’s likely pissed off at Tank.
“Fuck. He was supposed to be watching Banger, not knockin’ you up.” His words come out on a low mumble, but we’re close enough that I hear every syllable.
I roll my eyes. “He kept an eye on Banger just fine. He’s alive and well now, isn’t he?” I refuse to be intimidated. “You see now why I need to know if I’m in danger? It’s not just me that I have to worry about anymore. I don’t know what the hell Tank’s plans are, but if his MC life is spilling over into mine, then I deserve to know.”
“You deserve to know?” Dix sidles up next to Ace, with a smirk on his face like I’m the enemy. “Deserve,” he snorts derisively.
“Yeah. I deserve to know whether or not my life is in danger because of your stupid bike club. I’m not asking for details, dammit. I need to know if you or just Tank has a problem with someone that’s impacting my life. It’s clear I’m not privy to the details of MC business, and honestly, I don’t want to know anything more than I already do. I just want to know if someone is out to get me in order to get to Tank.”
“Tank?” Dix shouts his name so loud I wince. “No shit. You and Tank?”
I ignore the shock on his face and turn my focus back to Ace. “You’re not going to tell me anything?” I ask, my eyes narrow to slits.
“Sophie. I can’t tell you anything, because, as of right now, I don’t know anything. I appreciate everything you’ve done for us over the past few years. Seriously. If you feel like you’re in danger, you are more than welcome to stay here. ”
Stay here? I shake my head because that’s not a real option. “I can’t.”
He shrugs. “Then I can’t help you. With the shit at the clinic, losing Nova and Tank, I have a lot to deal with right now.”