Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“Uhh,” I said smartly. “Neither. I live in Benton, Louisiana now. I don’t visit home very often. My mom’s there, so every other Christmas my sister and I head down there to show our faces, and then come right back.”
“Then what are you doing here?” She asked, confused. “Is this where your sister lives?”
“Yeah,” I pointed at Shiloh. “That’s my sister right there. Shiloh.”
Shiloh let out a wave when she saw me pointing at her, and I smiled before turning back to Baylee.
“I didn’t know she was your sister! How often do you all visit each other? I moved down here because my brother was here. We’ve always been very close.” She smiled.
Oh, I wasn’t there for anything much. Only to meet with the parole officer in Shreveport, check on my sister to make sure she wasn’t being mistreated, and then kill someone. Well, maybe not kill someone per say, but a broken kneecap or two wasn’t out of the question. Every day work for the VP of Dixie Wardens MC.
Elliott’s snort said he caught my diversion from the fact of why I was really here.
Then my sister had to go ruin my high by acting like a lovesick fool.
Shiloh squealed like she’d been branded on the ass, and launched herself out of her seat, throwing her body into her husband’s arms. James caught her easily, and curled her into his chest, his eyes closing.
I still didn’t know what to think of them being together. I’d met James before Shiloh even knew he existed. Our paths had crossed on numerous occasions, but it wasn’t until Shiloh had shown up to the fight night that took place at one of The Dixie Wardens’ warehouses, once a week, that I knew they were serious about each other.
He’d protected my sister with his life when I didn’t; so, in my book, James was allowed to have my sister, under the condition that he treated her like the precious jewel that she was. One-step out of line and I’d feed him to The Dixie Wardens, who considered her their princess.
My lip curled when I saw the man that came in the door behind James, and the only thing keeping me from exiting the restaurant right then and there was the man’s sister that was sitting across the table from me.
Luke looked to be in a good mood until he spotted me sitting next to his sister, and then he stomped over towards us, a scowl fixed on his pretty face.
“What are you doing here?” Luke barked once he reached Baylee’s side.
“My sister invited me to eat with her, why?” I replied innocently.
Luke’s eyes narrowed on me, and it was everything I could do not to burst out laughing. It must really chap the man’s ass to see the two of us sitting so close.
Leaning back in my chair, I stretched my long legs out from under me, and accidentally bumped Baylee’s chair, causing her to jump at the contact. Luke’s eyes narrowed even more.
“There were no more chairs when I got here. This was the only spot.” I finally answered.
“Do you two know each other?” Baylee asked.
My eyes left Luke’s murderous ones, and connected with Baylee’s beautiful smoky blue ones. She really was fucking beautiful.
“Yeah, we met about two and a half years ago.” I confirmed.
Baylee smiled. “How nice! Where’d you meet?” Baylee asked.
Luke looked to me and waited for me to answer, wondering how I’d get out of revealing that I’d killed my pregnant ex, but I sidestepped.
“I was in a motorcycle accident, and your brother was the officer taking statements.” I explained.
“Well, that sucks. Although, I’ve seen plenty of those in my time. Glad you’re okay.” Baylee said sweetly.
The girl just had no clue. She was an innocent; probably never been exposed to anything bad in her entire life. Which was why I wondered how the hell I was going to play this. There was no way that Luke was just going to stand by and let me get with his sister.
Baylee wouldn’t know what to do if she ever got around the club and saw all the shit that went down. I’d be better off just fucking leaving this one alone; yet, my body and my heart wouldn’t let me There was something about the girl that made me feel again.
I hadn’t had these kind of feelings in....well, ever.
I didn’t want to have feelings. Feelings led to sex. Sex led to love. Love led to Fucked-up-ville.
“Yeah, it wasn’t very pleasant.” I agreed solemnly.
She leaned forward, bracing her elbows on the edge of the table; eyes animated as she listened to me explain the accident in detail.
“So you coded? Any internal bleeding?” She asked eyes wide.
“No, the internal bleeding was minimal. Chest hurt like a fucking bitch for months though, after they did CPR. Or that machine did.” I admitted. “Had a circle printed bruise for nearly a month.”
“They put the Geezer Squeezer on you?” She gasped.
I grimaced. Even remembering the pain after that made my chest hurt. Absently, I rubbed my chest, remembering the explanation for the round circle on my chest when I’d woken up.
The nurse had explained that I’d had quite a bit of bleeding, and while they’d put me on an automated CPR machine, a “Thumper” a.k.a. ‘geezer squeezer,’ to take over the CPR while they got the bleeding under control. The lovely gash down my side one of the main sources of the bleeding. However, once that was closed up, I’d gone into shock from loss of blood, eventually stopping my heart.
Her brother decided that he didn’t like how animated Baylee was getting, and pulled up a chair, situating himself at the very head of the table, and efficiently putting distance in between the two of us just by that one maneuver.
“So that scar under your arm...was that from the accident?” Baylee asked, ignoring her brother’s obvious attempt to break up the conversation.
I nodded, taking a sip of my beer. “Yeah, not really sure what I caught it on. Maybe the bike, I don’t really know. Was about an inch deep all the way down my side, from armpit to hip. The doctor that worked on me in the ER said he could see bones and muscles. It was really not fun. Fucking hurt. Chest hurt more though. They broke my sternum.”