Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“It’s not yours either. Maybe God wanted it this way.”
“Your destination is on the left,” the voice of my GPS announced, drawing me back to the present.
Pulling into the parking lot of the club, I quickly stepped out of my car before I had the chance to change my mind. Feeling the weight of my wife on my shoulders, like she was just another demon on my back.
The smell of stale beer, cigarettes, and urine filled the air, becoming more potent the closer I got to the entrance.
In hopes that he would actually use it for food, I threw a fifty to the homeless man on the corner, strumming a guitar with his dog by his side. Knowing he’d probably use it for alcohol or drugs instead.
“Hey, baby, follow me and I’ll make your wildest dreams come true,” a prostitute propositioned me, strutting her ass my way.
“I’m good.”
“Come on, handsome. For a hundred bucks, I’ll let you stick it anywhere.”
“You heard the man! Go be a whore somewhere else!” A skinny man hopped up on God-knows-what intervened, trying to sell me a bag of pills.
I shoved his arm away without saying a word, needing to get Camila out of this place.
“Fuck you! I should put a cap in your ass!” he shouted behind me.
I didn’t pay him any attention. This wasn’t my first fucking rodeo in a town like this and around people like him. I was used to threats, spending years avoiding following the same path he was on.
As soon as I walked inside the club, the music changed over to this seductive, alluring beat. The dance floor was packed, undoubtedly over max capacity. People were everywhere, dancing, hooking up, having a great time without a care in the world. Drugs flowing through their veins as fast as the alcohol was being served.
What the fuck was she doing in a place like this?
I gazed around the open space, narrowing my eyes. Trying to find her. My focus suddenly stopped on a petite brunette, the way she was dancing caught my attention from across the room. I’d recognize her moves anywhere. All the men’s gazes were on her, including mine.
I hated it.
The attention she was getting.
The stares that were suggestive and not subtle in the least.
The way she seductively moved without even trying.
But mostly, I hated the way she made me feel…
Alive.
For what felt like the hundredth time that night, I couldn’t move. I stood there wanting, needing, to watch her dance. I leaned against one of the standing tables, sliding my fingers against my mouth. Mesmerized by the vision in front of me. Watching her on camera for the last three months didn’t do it justice.
She was goddamn breathtaking.
I stood there amazed and in awe of the woman in front of me. Unable to tear my eyes away from her. When her hands slowly worked their way up her body I almost lost my shit, but it wasn’t until I saw a man wearing a leather jacket approach her that I really did lose it.
I couldn’t remember the last time I was in a club, let alone feeling the way I was about a woman who wasn’t Bailey.
Possessive.
Jealous.
Angry all at once.
My temper was looming, ready to drag her out of this piece of shit town if I had to.
Her feisty Latina heat didn’t intimidate the big bad wolves, it attracted them. She was in danger and she didn’t even realize it.
Instantly, I pushed off the table. My feet moved on their own accord with each step that led me closer to her.
“Go away! Just go away!” is what I heard before I saw nothing but red.
Bright. Fucking. Red.
Not thinking twice about it, I raged, “Get the fuck off her!” Ripping the guy from her.
Being raised in foster homes taught me one thing and one thing alone, how to defend myself. I didn’t need to hear Camila’s warning to know this son of a bitch was reaching for his gun.
I intercepted it, grabbing ahold of his arm. Yanking it as far as I could up his back before slamming his face against the concrete wall.
“What the fuck?!” he bit.
“Make a habit out of fucking with women who don’t want to be fucked with?”
“Fuck you!”
“I’m sorry, what?” I shoved his face harsher into the wall.
“What the fuck?! Camila, who is this pussy?!”
I slammed it harder. “What was that? Can’t hear you when you’re fucking the wall. Who’s the pussy now, bitch?”
“Aiden, I mean, Dr. Pierc—”
“Ohhh, you’re the fuckin’ doctor!” he laughed me off. “Did you see how fast she ran back to a real man tonight?”
“Sean, that’s—”
My eyes snapped to her. “You know him?”
“Know me? More like fucks me. I’m her man.”
Camila argued, “You’re not—”
I let him go, but not before grabbing his gun by the barrel and snatching it from his hand.