Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Desperate times called for desperate measures, and with her mom kicking her out of the trailer without notice, she’d been pretty fucking desperate. Her grandmother had always told her to smile in the face of adversity, but right now, Callie felt more like curling up in a ball and giving up. Nothing she ever did was good enough. The little ray of light in her life, Brick, confused her.
She promised herself she’d never be a woman who waited around for a man to call. Brick had her always glancing at her cell phone. It was out of date, people teasing her for even having the relic, but she only ever had it in case of emergencies.
She got to her apartment door.
A sense of victory flooded her, and she placed her damp forehead against the wood. Her hands shook as she put the key in and opened her door.
Stepping inside, she turned on the light and screamed as she caught sight of Sean Rigby in her apartment, lounging on her sofa.
He looked … a mess. Worse than Jeff ever looked. White tape was across his nose. Bruising all over his face, and the glare he directed her way, sent a shiver up her spine. She hadn’t beat him up, but whoever did, well, they must have a death wish.
“Mr. Rigby,” she said.
The pain wasn’t going away. This wasn’t good.
“Hello, Callie.”
“I have your money, Mr. Rigby, but I wasn’t able to go to the bank.” She’d intended to go during her lunch break, but after Jeff had yelled at her, asking him if she could leave seemed wrong. She’d also gone without lunch. Now she was in pain and starving.
He got to his feet and advanced toward her.
Acrid fear filled her veins, and the adrenaline rush made her dizzy.
“Your debt is done,” he said. “The next time you send a Straight to Hell MC piece of shit to my property, I won’t be so forgiving.”
She frowned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Straight to Hell MC. She’d never seen one of them. She heard of them, knew of their reputation—they were deadly. Most claimed they were worse than the Skull Nation.
“You have no idea, do you?” Sean asked.
She shook her head.
“Well, consider this payback. Maybe it’s time for you to ask your boyfriend where he’s from.”
“Brick’s a chicken farmer.” Dots started to appear in front of her eyes. She felt out of control in her own body. The pain in her side had morphed into agony. The walk, and now this. It was all a little too much.
“You’re such a fucking idiot. He’s no chicken farmer. He’s a fucking biker. The worst of the worst, and I should know. This is his handiwork.” He pointed at his face. “I don’t know what he sees in you. From what I heard, club pussy is rife where he comes from.”
With that, he turned and left her apartment.
A Straight to Hell MC?
No, it wasn’t possible.
Brick wouldn’t lie to her.
Sean Rigby was the one who was lying.
She rushed to the mirror, or as fast as the pain would allow, stripped off her coat, and lifted her shirt. Bruises covered her ribs where she’d hit the counter, and she gasped.
How much damage could one little shove cause? She had the worse freaking luck.
There was no way she was going to avoid a hospital trip. Not as she suddenly felt dizzy. Sickness flooded her.
A knock at the door pulled her back to the present. She walked to it cautiously, wondering if Sean had changed his mind about her debt.
Opening the door, she frowned. Brick stood there, holding a bag, and the smells were amazing.
The world spun.
“Straight to Hell MC.”
“Callie.”
Why wouldn’t the world stop spinning?
Closing her eyes, Callie allowed herself to be slumped into a black world where there was no pain.
Chapter Five
“Why am I here?” Lord asked.
They all looked out of place in the sterile hospital waiting room. His prez, Tank, and Reaper had come at his request.
“I told you about Skull Nation buying shit at the lumber yard, but there’s more.” He scrubbed a hand down his face. “Well, there’s this girl. I think they beat her up. Maybe a warning or something?”
“I’m supposed to give a shit?”
“She’s my girl.”
Lord shook his head. “No, she’s not. If you have a girl, I’d be the first to know. You’re supposed to be my fucking VP, are you not?”
Brick paced, running a hand through his hair. “It’s complicated.”
“Is this why you’ve been sneaking off on your own the past couple of months?”
He nodded. “She doesn’t know who I am. She’s a civilian. Innocent.”
“How could she not know? Look at you,” Lord said.
“He’s not wearing his cut,” Reaper said.
“Why don’t you shut the fuck up?” Brick had enough on his shoulders. As VP, he wouldn’t think twice about teaching their enforcer some manners.