Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“You eat here?” I just assumed they only served alcohol.
“Yes. You haven’t eaten anything good until you’ve tried their steak.” She raises a brow at me, nodding her head at the same time. I laugh and shake mine. Lowering my gaze to the menu, I find what she mentioned—a steak with veggies on the side. A waitress comes over and takes our order, smiling at me as she does.
“You’re Lissie, right? Haylee just mentioned she hired you,” she says, pointing her pen at me.
“Ahhh, yeah?” I reply.
“Your next bartender,” Letti says with pride.
“Always good to have new blood,” she says, winking before she heads to the kitchen to put in our order.
I turn to Letti. “How do you know everyone here?”
She goes to speak as someone slides in next to me. Letti’s cheeks start to pinken, and by the smell alone, I know exactly who it is. I hate that I know the way he smells and that I know without looking that he’s leaning toward me.
“Because of us,” he answers for her.
I still refuse to look at him, keeping my eyes locked on Letti. “Have you fucked the waitress here too?” I ask Milo, my back still to him.
“Now, Elizabeth, is that jealousy I hear?” His voice lowers to a whisper as he gets closer to my ear. “You want to fuck me?” I turn to Milo, who’s watching me with eager eyes, so close that my gaze flicks to his lips. I remember how they tasted, and then I feel bad, really bad. I turn back just as the waitress comes over with our drinks and places them in front of us. Letti refuses to make eye contact with us.
“Do I get an apology for you knocking over my bike? You scratched it, Pretty Lady, and I had to get that fixed.”
I ignore him and his sultry voice, which is way too close, and focus on Letti instead.
“I’ll forgive you, just this once, if you’ll kiss me,” he croons in my ear. Letti’s eyes move to Milo. I huff out a breath and turn to look at him. When I do, he wastes no time, his lips finding mine, bruising them as he kisses me.
I forget to breathe when he kisses me. It’s like he sucks all my oxygen from me and takes it for himself. I’m too stunned to pull away or stop this, but thankfully—or not—he pulls away first and smirks at me. My brows shoot up, and anger hits me hard. Before I can say or do anything, he’s up and leaving.
“So, you and Milo?” Stunned at what just happened, I turn back to see Letti grinning as she raises her drink toward her mouth. “We always wondered why he never settled down. Now I guess we have our answer.” She takes a sip. “I mean, he always did watch you like a hawk when we were younger and you were at parties with us.”
I never noticed that. But, then again, I never noticed much of anything, as I was too lost in my own pain.
“Why was he here?” I ask.
The waitress brings our steaks out, interrupting me as she places them before us, before she winks at us.
“This is on the house, girls. Enjoy. And holla at us when you’re ready. The boss said you’ll need something sweet after this.”
“Thanks, Chastity,” Lissie says as the waitress, Chastity, walks off. I look past her and see men with leather vests, some of whom I recognize, near the pool table. I spot Mason and he holds up a beer, nodding hello to me. I don’t see Milo anywhere, though.
“Who owns this place?” I ask.
“Milo does.”
She cuts into her steak, and I do the same to mine. It does look good.
“Milo?”
“Yep. He owns a few other places, too, but I like to come here best. He hired a kid off the street and taught him how to cook. And, damn, he’s a good cook.”
“Milo’s reputation…” I start to say.
“Oh, we all know. Most of the town is shit-scared of him, but he helped me out when no one else would. Don’t get me wrong, he’s scary, but the good type of scary.”
“You think he’s scary?”
She nods, taking a bite of steak. Her eyes close for a brief second before they open back up. “Do you not?”
“I think of him as Milo.”
Just then, he walks by our table and looks my way. He doesn’t say anything, but I can see it written all over his face. Milo knows he will win whatever battle we have going on. He tells me so by the slight curve of his lips and his raised brow.
I finally peel my eyes off Milo, stab a piece of steak, and bite into it. She’s right.
This is the best steak I’ve ever had.
“Your family is fine with you hanging around him?” I ask, cutting another piece of steak. “I mean, I get who your brother is, but they’re fine with you there all the time as well?”