Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I put my hands up and pushed that bitch as hard as I could until she fell to the cement floor and hit her head. “Or I’ll make you regret it, bitch.”
The older woman got in my face again. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
The thing about withdrawals was that I never knew what to expect. Sometimes it was puking and yawning, tears and muscle pain, but the constant was agitation. I was cranky, sore, and not in the mood for this bullshit. “Just answer the fucking question. Are you holding?”
“Maybe. Are you fucking Charlie?”
“I haven’t decided yet. What’s it to you?”
The older woman lunged and a petite redhead slid between us.
“Charlie is ours. He’s the new President and if anyone is gonna be his old lady, it’s gonna be one of us.”
“Who’s stopping you?” If Charlie was interested in any of them, they’d be with him at his cousin’s wedding. But that wasn’t any of my business or my concern.
“Just stay the fuck away from him or else.”
I folded my arms and lifted my chin defiantly. “Make your move if you think you have a chance, but you’re a little old for him, aren’t you?”
“Bitch!” She reared back her fist. I ducked, and her misplaced punch landed on one of her friends.
“You better go,” the redhead whispered and gave me a shove.
I nodded and hurried back to my room, or rather Charlie’s room, and locked the door before I stripped down and crawled into bed. His intention might have been to keep me safe, but I was no safer here among those crazy bitches than I’d been last night, or the night before.
What I needed was a plan to get away from Charlie and the Reckless Bastards—and their Bitches. And then I could formulate a plan to get out of the Tri-City area altogether.
My life depended on it.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Charlie
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Go on son, kiss your bride.” The preacher’s encouraging smile was all Virgil needed to grab Maisie by the face and lay a kiss on her that was entirely too hot for the inside of a church.
Loud claps and whistles went up all around the church, which was expected in a room full of half-tipsy Irishmen and bikers. There were a few shouts of, “Get a room!” or “Save it for the honeymoon!” and finally, Maisie pulled back, a bright pink blush staining her cheeks, though she couldn’t take her eyes off her groom.
“Damn, babe. Save some of that for later.” She cupped his face, still smiling, and dove in for another kiss, despite her words.
“Okay, let’s get out of here so we can celebrate being married. Properly.”
Heat flared in the big Irishman’s eyes, and he clasped their hands together, practically dragging her up the aisle, leaving the rest of the wedding party to follow.
“That was sweet,” Madison said as she grabbed my arm and rolled her eyes. “But also kind of embarrassing. I hope I’m never that stupid in love.”
I laughed as we stepped through the church doors and out into the blinding Nevada sun. “You and me both, kid.”
“Kid? You’re like five minutes older than me, if that. Kid.” She glared at me but her lips twitched with another smile. “Now put on your best smile pretty boy. We have a big ass photo shoot ahead of us.”
“Big?” My eyes went round as we descended the church steps. Thankfully, no confetti or birdseed got tossed because Maisie refused to get it in her complicated hairstyle. “How big are we talking?”
“Big,” Madison said, her gaze deadly serious. “There’s a whole schedule for it and everything, but the guys aren’t supposed to know about it because you’re all a bunch of big babies and would complain about it endlessly.”
I laughed at her words. “That sounds like a quote.”
“Direct from Kat,” she confirmed gleefully.
After a short limo drive to a nearby park, Madison’s grave tone took on a whole new meaning. The park was filled with vibrant green grass. Security guards lined all four sides, almost hidden by a rainbow of flowers. It looked like the perfect place for a photographer to hold us hostage. There was no way out. “I never even knew this place existed.”
Madison laughed. “Not surprising,” she said through a smile as we all stood together for the first of what felt like nine million photos. “I don’t imagine you have much need for this in your life.”
She was right. Decorative benches and stylized outbuildings didn’t hold much priority in my life. “Too bad we can’t say the same for my cousin and the photographer.” Thankfully, the wedding party was only needed for the first twenty minutes of photos and we spent the next thirty minutes drinking and razzing the happy couple.
“You call that a smile, Virgil? You look like you’re about to drop a deuce!” Terry barked out a laugh when Virgil flipped him off, earning a glare from Maisie and more laughter from the rest of us.