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)
“Dude, that was some sick shit. Are you like a UFC fighter or something?” My bunkmate bends over the top bunk with wide, excited eyes. “That combo you did was some straight pro shit!”
I smile because, yeah, I know it’s impressive because I worked for years to make it that way. “I’ve had some training.”
“No one’s gonna fuck with you ever again. First Olivera and now Malice and Crow and Gringo.”
I sit up. “Gringo the asshole with the bleached hair?”
“Yep. Looks like a fucking Backstreet Boy to me, but what do I know?” He laughs, shaking his head in pure amusement. “I saw him hit you first, you know if you need witnesses or some shit like that.”
The offer surprises me, and I nod my approval.
“Much appreciated,” I tell him in an even tone like it doesn’t matter either way. “What are you in here for?”
It’s a cliché question, but what the fuck else am I gonna do for the next twenty-four hours?
“Nothing, just a little bit of dealing. Fucking cop picked me up not long after I got my stash, so they’re trying to get me on intent to distribute.”
I let out a low whistle. “That’s gonna be some hard time.”
“Nah. The fucker asked me to hand over my drugs before he read me my rights. I’ll be out at my next court date and in my girl’s bed by lunchtime.” He’s shaking his head, clearly not his first time in lockup. “What about you, man? You got a girl counting down the days until you’re free?”
His question immediately conjures up an image of Sophie, smiling and laughing.
“Yeah, I do,” I admit. “In fact, I’m gonna be a dad, which is why I need to get the fuck out of here. Soon.”
“Holy shit, a kid? I can’t even imagine.”
I know what he means. “I can’t either. I mean, I thought that was way off in the future, ya know? But now that it’s here, I’m excited. Scared shitless but also excited as fuck if that makes sense.”
“Your girl must be fine as fuck,” he says in reply.
“She’s gorgeous,” I admit without giving away anything else. “The kind of woman you’ll slay monsters for.”
“Damn,” he says with clear awe in his voice.
I’m not sure that he cares one way or the other, but he’s a rapt audience, and with the adrenaline of the fight slowly fading, my thoughts are full of Sophie and my freedom. I thought after telling me about the baby that she might reach out more and keep me up to date on how she’s feeling.
But I haven’t heard a peep from her. Hell, maybe I’ve already fucked up things between us beyond repair. As long as I’m here, it’s easy for her to dismiss me, to dismiss us, which means I need to get in contact with Noelle.
Noelle is full of big promises of bombshell evidence to get me out, but it’s been almost a week since I’ve heard from her, and I can’t deny my cynical nature is getting the better of me. I’ll face whatever happens, but it all has a new sense of urgency now that I have a kid on the way.
After a cold lunch and dinner, and then a shitty night of sleep some guard is at the door with a weird look on his face.
“What is it?” The bottom falls out of my stomach at the thought that I’ll have to do even more time for yesterday’s fight. How can I take care of Sophie and the baby from inside here? I’ll have to tell Ace what’s happened between us so the MC makes sure she’s protected.
“Your hot as fuck lawyer is here to see you.” He wiggles his brows. “I put you in a private room.”
“Funny.”
Noelle is a beautiful woman, and if I’d met her a few months earlier, I might’ve tapped that, but right now, my thoughts are filled with Sophie.
“Well, get the fuck up. Let’s go.” He claps his hands and motions for me to get moving.
In one smooth move, I’m off the bed and at the door, eager as fuck to hear some good news from Noelle’s mouth. I need it.
“Any word on more charges?”
“Nothing yet, but believe me, you’ll be the first to know.”
“Yeah, thanks, man.”
“You wanna thank me? Give your sexy lawyer my number.”
I laugh as he opens the door, where I find Noelle waiting. “I don’t have your number. But I’ll put you on my list of character witnesses.”
The guard rolls his eyes and backs out of the room, his gaze lingering on Noelle’s cleavage bursting from her green blouse. “Sounds like a plan.”
“Noelle,” I grunt. “I am so fucking happy to see you. Tell me you have good news.”
Her stoic expression blossoms into a proud smile. “I have good news.”
“No shit?”
“No shit. What happened to your face?”