Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
“Really?” I say, crossing my arms. “That’s your insult?”
“Remy, tell her to leave.”
Remy exhales. “Look, Emily, it has been fun, but you should go.”
Is Remy ... trying not to laugh?
No way.
I can hear it in his voice, the way he’s trying to sound serious but it’s failing him.
“Are you serious?” Emily shrieks.
“Just go, yeah? Do you need a ride?”
“Go fuck yourself,” she snaps, and then shoots me another glare before leaving.
When the front door slams, I turn to Remy. His face is clearly trying to mask the laugh he wants to let out but is too proud to.
“I know you want to laugh, Remy. Just let it out. It’s okay.”
“Fuck off, Gabby.”
The second the words leave his mouth, he can’t hold it back a second longer. He throws his head back, and he laughs. I join in, unable to stop myself. We laugh until tears run down our cheeks and our bellies hurt. His laugh is booming and fucking gorgeous.
“Fuck me,” he pants between laughter. “That was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“It wasn’t meant to happen, but my god, it was hilarious.” I giggle.
He slowly stops laughing and looks to me, and a serious vibe fills the air.
“You fuckin’ killed me, Gabby.”
I stop laughing too and nod. “I know. I fucked up. But it was one mistake, Remy. I won’t do it again. I was ... I don’t know ...”
“I know what you were tryin’ to do,” he says, his voice calmer than it has been in days. “I saw the way he treated you. I get it.”
“It doesn’t make it right. None of you deserved it, and I’m sorry. I swear it, I’m sorry. It will never happen again.”
“I know it won’t.”
“Because you’ll kill me if it does?” I ask with a toothy, nervous smile.
“Exactly,” he says, face deadpan.
I stare at him, eyes wide. Then he bursts out laughing again, picks up the shoe, and hauls it at me.
“Oh,” I say, dodging it. “You want to dance?”
“Fuckin’ yeah I do.”
He charges down the stairs.
I pick up the shoe and go after him.
See, everything can be fixed with the right attitude.
And me ... oh, I’ve got it.
19
“HE TALKED YET?” REMY asks, hand on my leg as we sit at the clubhouse with Riggs, two days after my father was taken.
“He’s ... breaking. Cops come around yet?”
I nod. “Yep, they came by yesterday and asked me if I knew where my father was. I said I’m not allowed anywhere near that place, and even if I was allowed, I wouldn’t want to go anywhere near him. That Sheryl, she’s on my side, so she accepted it.”
“We have to be careful,” Riggs murmurs. “Can’t be riskin’ them following us out there. Extra care needs to be taken, and you need to keep your head down.”
I nod. “My head is down, it’s so far down.”
He gives me a look, then glances at Remy’s hand on my leg.
“You two a thing?”
“Yeah.” Remy nods. “We are.”
The two of them lock eyes and stay that way for what seems like absolutely ages, before Riggs nods and turns, walking out of the room.
“Is he always so ... moody?”
“He ain’t moody,” Remy answers. “He just likes to keep shit in line.”
“Shit like you and me?”
“Shit like this club not goin’ down for takin’ your dad.”
“Ah,” I say, nodding. “Makes sense. Do you think he’ll talk?”
“Your dad?”
“Mmmm.”
“I don’t know. Man is tough, I’ll give him that.”
“Yeah, I had a feeling.”
The phone rings in my pocket, and I narrow my eyes, pulling it out. I see Becky’s name flash on the screen.
I wonder what she wants.
“Becky?” I answer.
“You need to get Riggs or someone over here. Bradley is losing it. He is demanding to know where Dad is and going on about making a deal and ending this. He’s lost his damn marbles.”
“Shit. We can’t go over there. You know that. Can you bring him here?”
“God, I don’t know. He’s literally trashing the office right now. He keeps telling me to call you, to make a deal, to end this, but that’s all he’s saying.”
I glance at Remy, who can hear because I put the phone on speaker.
“Bring him here,” he agrees.
Becky exhales. “I’ll try. If I can’t get him, I’ll call you back. He’s really losing it, Gabby.”
“Just get him here.”
I hang up the phone and we go into Riggs’ office to inform him of the news. He looks concerned. “You told her to bring him here?”
“What the fuck else we gonna do, boss?” Remy answers. “The man is fuckin’ losing his shit, he might tell us what we need.”
Riggs glances at Beckett and Adan who are in the room with him.
They both nod.
They agree.
“Set up the shed, bring him straight in. This is fuckin’ risky.”
Remy nods, and we go down to the shed and wait for Becky to arrive. She does, about half an hour later, and Hank brings them out to the shed where we’re all waiting. Bradley is beside himself, eyes wide, hands fumbling together. Becky was right, the dude has lost it.