Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“We need to talk.”
I don’t see or hear Lucky approach. “Hang on a sec,” I tell him and try Cassidy again because, apparently, I am a fucking glutton for punishment.
“Now,” he growls before plucking the phone from my hand.
“What the fuck, Lucky? I’m not in the mood for your shit.”
“Yeah? Well, that’s too goddamn bad. The MC comes first. Always. Remember?”
I shove him. “Of course, I fucking remember. You think I’d forget that shit?”
He smiles. “Just checking. Put your pussy away. We have a problem. A big one, and we need to act quick.”
“Shit.” Lucky is usually an asshole, but the serious expression on his face tells me shit is about to hit the fan.
“No time for freaking out or questions. Clubhouse. Now.”
It’s not the break I need, but even a few minutes on the road with the wind whipping at my body helps.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Cassidy
“Yes, Dad, I’m sure that I want to take this load.” I roll my eyes as I exit the freeway toward Angel Harbor a little over a week after I rushed away like a fugitive. However, Aria’s call came in right when I was getting restless, so I jumped on the offer.
Dad’s sigh sounds through the interior of the cab, the speakerphone serving to amplify his worry. “Just try to avoid any…trouble if you can.”
A laugh bubbles out of me. “I will. I promise.” This is exactly why I’m glad I made it through Mom’s interrogation about what really happened to my neck and my hand. The damn bruises are still visible. My hand is healing, but the bruising is ugly as shit, so there’s no effective means of hiding it other than wearing gloves.
“The haul is from California to Georgia, Dad. I’ve never been to Atlanta. It’ll be fun.” And more importantly, it’ll put thousands of miles between me and a certain hazel-eyed biker.
“Okay, but call me every hundred miles or so, okay, honey?”
Warmth spreads through me whenever Dad gets mushy. “I promise, Dad. Oh, hey. I found a cruise with dance lessons, and you know how much Mom wants you to dance with her.” I laugh at his guttural groan.
“Thanks,” he said. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”
“Can’t wait.” Mom will definitely agree to the cruise because Dad isn’t what you might call a romantic, and this idea is above and beyond romantic.
“You have your piece?”
I nod even though he can’t see me. “Never leave home without it.”
“Good. Stay safe.”
Smiling, I disconnect the call just as the Morgan International building comes into view. It’s late in the evening, but I can still see lights winking at me from inside, so I pull into the parking lot and sit inside my truck, giving myself a few minutes to steel my emotions.
I doubt Diesel is around, but just in case, I take the time I need to get my shit together. I’m not angry; okay, I am, but it’s a me problem, and I refuse to get emotional.
I double-check the gun at my waistband and jump from the rig. I know I shouldn’t have it on me here in California, but I feel safer with it. Besides, this isn’t a public place. At least, that’s my justification as I go in through the front door.
“Aria, are you here?” Thankfully, her big-tittied assistant isn’t around, but I briefly wonder if she’s still working here. I knock on her door hesitantly. “Aria?”
“Cassidy?” I understand her confusion since she’s expecting me sometime tomorrow. “Come in.”
I step inside and give her a friendly smile. “Hey. Is this a good time?”
She glances at her computer screen and then back at me with a smile. “This is a perfect time. If not for the interruption, who knows how long I might stare at the screen.” She closes the hot pink laptop and motions me to sit. “Have I worked through the night? Because I swear, you’re supposed to be here tomorrow.”
I laugh. “I got on the road early, and here I am. I just wanted to drop in to get the details on the load. Is there anything I need to know?”
“Nope. It’s pretty straightforward, and it’s not all heavy, so the trip should be easy.” Her brows twitch, and I know she’s thinking about my last trip. “How are you doing?”
“Good,” I answer quickly because I don’t want to talk about the kidnapping or Diesel. “Spent some time with my parents, which was nice.” I don’t tell her about the nightmares. I didn’t even tell my parents, but I’m sure Mom heard me crying during the night a few times.
“So you’re okay to do this trip?”
I frown at the question. “Yeah. I wouldn’t have agreed if I didn’t think I could do it. And what are the chances I’ll get kidnapped twice?”
Aria’s eyes go wide as a loud laugh bursts from her lips. “I wasn’t expecting that response, but I guess that’s a good point. I’m glad you’re all right, Cassidy.”