Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
In the morning, she walked into the kitchen looking lost and out of place. “How’d you sleep?” She looked young and innocent without the gook on her face that she must’ve cleaned up last night.
She shrugged her shoulders and walked to the fridge. “Do you have any juice?”
“Help yourself.” I drank my coffee and watched her. If she was a plant I couldn’t see it. That was one of the things I’d stayed up all night wondering about.
I wouldn’t put it past her old man to try to set me up from the grave.
He’d done everything to thwart me since I came back from the service without luck. It’s like it was an affront to him that the son of the man he’d killed should be a success at anything. Either that or he was afraid that if I got strong enough I’d do his ass in. Smart!
I’d done everything over the years to convince him and everyone else that I had no interest in him. That was ma’s fight, not mine. I had better things to do with my time than fight old vendettas, and that’s what I told anyone that asked once I got my crew up and running.
I was beating him in a much better way than if I’d gone after him and taken his head off years ago. While his crew was fighting for scraps and eeking out a living with crime, mine was building shit and living a much better life. His money came from blood and deceit, mine came from using my fucking brain.
Where people scoffed and distrusted his crew, we were welcomed in the community. People reached out to us for help instead of shying away from us.
I did that shit deliberately; made him a pariah in his own fucking backyard. That was part of my payback. I did everything the way my dad would’ve without seeming too obvious about it. No one, not even ma knew what my game was.
I guess I’d gotten a lot more from my old man than just his blood. I got his head for business and his love for the town. The only thing I hadn’t inherited was his blind trust in the people around him. Had he not been so trusting Drexel never would’ve got the drop on him, the murdering fuck.
I hope he was able to come back from the grave. Hope he relived every moment of his last few minutes on this earth the fuck. Now his damn daughter was sitting at my kitchen table watching me like I was supposed to have all the answers.
“If you want breakfast you better get it. We have to leave soon.”
“Where are we going?” She got up and started going through the cupboards. Her short ass had to get up on her toes and still she couldn’t reach. I had to look away when the tee rode up and the skin between it and my sweats was exposed. Tiny.
“I have a business to run kid I can’t sit around here all day.” And I couldn’t leave her here alone so she had to go to the club with me.
I got up and helped her get the box of cereal she was trying to reach. “We leave in ten.” I left the room because as if I didn’t have enough shit to deal with, my dick decided he liked the look of her ass in those sweats. Ma would skin my ass if I went there.
It didn’t help that she was just my fucking type. Short, stacked and beautiful. I had a good foot and then some on her and about a hundred pounds fuck. I could already imagine my dick sliding into her. Better get my head out of my nuts. No way was I going anywhere near that.
The boys had left to get cleaned up and now they were back. There was no point in me telling them I didn’t need bodyguards, they wouldn’t listen. The sheriff, my stepfather, had gone behind my back years ago and warned them what would happen if anything happened to me. Over-protective asshole. Then again ma had probably put him up to it.
The good thing is he comes in handy when we need the law on our side. He looks the other way when me or one of my boys go a little too far, and we help clean shit up for him when his hands are tied by the law. He loves ma’s crazy ass so he’s alright with me.
“You guys swing by the club?”
“Yeah boss everything’s fine.” She came out the door wearing… “What the fuck are you wearing?” I glared at my boys who were getting an eyeful and they grinned but didn’t look away. Who could blame them? She was a fucking walking wet dream.
She looked down at herself in the crotch jammers and back up at me. “It’s all I had in my purse.” Who the fuck walks around with that shit in their purse? She must’ve read my mind because she gave me shit with that hand on her hip again.