Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
It was still up on the computer monitor, but she hit a button, and the entire screen went black.
“Sorry honey. It’s easier to show visual proof instead of having them all question you over and over again…something they would’ve done. They’re all investigators at heart,” she said apologetically.
I waved my hand in the air as if to clear it. “It’s fine. I could see Griffin frothing at the mouth when he thought I didn’t want to come here.”
The woman smiled. “This is an intimidating place for most people. I wouldn’t have thought less of you if it had been just because you didn’t want to be in a room full of bikers,” she said. “They take some getting used to.”
I didn’t doubt it, but from what I’d noticed in the short time here, they didn’t seem all that bad.
“What were their names?” I asked.
I couldn’t keep calling them by Mr. Pissy or Mr. Indifferent.
“The one with the dark eyes and black hair is named Wolf,” she started. “The one behind you at the blinds was Mig. My husband was the one standing next to me, Peek. The last two standing in front of you, from left to right, are Casten and Ridley.”
I nodded. “Thank you.”
An awkward silence followed as we both tried to think of what to say next when we both started to speak at once.
“So how did you meet Griff?”
“So how did you meet Peek?”
We both laughed.
She held up her hand to halt my explanation.
“I’ll start,” she smiled. “I met my husband when we were both twenty-one and stupid.”
I raised a brow at her, and she laughed.
“Yeah, I’m serious. Stupid,” she snickered and covered her eyes as she thought back to something I couldn’t see. “I’d just turned twenty-one, and was celebrating by getting raging drunk.”
I could see where this was going even before she’d started, but I smiled anyway.
I loved a love story.
“And my best friend dared me to go get this massive back piece. So, me being me, I agreed. I was laying on the chair, ready to get a massive unicorn on my back by some man named Dolly when Peek walked in. He immediately took in the stencil that Dolly had placed on my back, my state of near drunkenness, my best friend’s giggle, and put a stop to it.”
My eyebrows climbed. “Really? Why?”
“When he was sixteen he got his one and only drunk tattoo by a friend that was equally as drunk,” she explained. “He woke up the next morning with it, and vowed that when he finally opened his own tattoo shop, that he’d never let anyone drunk get a tattoo. And he didn’t.”
“I bet that pissed some people off,” I said dryly.
She nodded. “If you haven’t noticed, my man is fully capable of taking care of himself.”
I did happen to notice that.
Although he was older, he was in incredibly good shape for a man his age.
“What about you? How’d you meet Griffin?” She asked.
I smiled. “I sold him some batteries from my store.”
Her eyes crinkled at the corner.
“Don’t you own Uncertain Pleasures?” She asked, holding the laugh in.
I nodded.
“I do.”
“So he came into your store for the batteries?” She giggled.
“Yep. He didn’t seem out of place or anything. Even helped kick out the two people screwing in the dressing rooms,” I told her.
She snorted as she laughed, causing my smile to widen.
“What’s with the name Peek?” I asked. “Is that his real name?”
Alison smiled, blushing slightly. “No. His real name is Reedus. Peek is short for ‘peekaboo.’ He has a tattoo right above his, um…penis.”
My mouth dropped open. “You’re kidding.”
She shook her head. “No, I can’t say I am. The man is nuts. It’s literally right above his wiener.”
“Jesus, Ali. Call it what it is…it’s a fuckin’ cock, not a wiener!” Peek yelled from the doorway.
I burst out laughing and covered my face with my hands.
The couch next to my hip depressed, and I fell into a hard body that I knew very, very well.
Griffin’s body was like the negative to my positive.
My body gravitated towards his, much like it was doing now.
“Have a nice talk?” I asked, turning to look at him.
His face was closed down.
“We need to talk,” he said softly.
Shit.
“Talk about what?” I asked.
I knew it had to be about what we’d come here for.
Why I’d been practically forced to come.
And whatever it had to do with, had to do with me.
Dammit. Shit. Hell. Piss.
When he didn’t answer, I sighed. “So talk.”
Chapter 11
I’m not saying your mom is a slut, but when she gave birth to you she tried to push you back in and out a few times.
-E-card
Griffin
“Mother. Fucker,” I growled, standing up and making my way out of the room we did most of our club meetings in.
Most clubs called this room ‘church.’
I called it the room that made me feel claustrophobic with the wood planked walls and the hard wood floors.
I stopped with my hand on the handle.
“You’re sure?” I asked softly.
Peek came up to me and placed one hand on my shoulder.
“We wouldn’t joke about something like this,” Peek said as he pushed me slightly to the side and exited the door.
Wolf was next to my side, and he looked at me with fire in his eyes.
“We won’t let anything happen to her,” he told me.
I knew that.
Rationally anyway.
My heart.
The mother fucker.
My heart didn’t know that to be true, though.
“How do they even know about her?” I said roughly. “I’ve spent the equivalent of three fucking days with her so far. They’ve had to have someone on me twenty-four seven to get that.”
“Or an informant,” Wolf said, exiting the door just as Peek said something about cocks and wieners.
I was the last to exit the room, which meant I’d missed why they were talking about cocks.
Lenore had a smile on her face, though, and that meant that whatever they were talking about wasn’t that bad.
Lenore was a blusher, and right now she just looked flushed with happiness, not embarrassment.
I hated that I was about to ruin that good mood she was in.