Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
A woman that, yes, I’d been steadily falling in love with since the fucking moment I met her.
“Hey,” Fallon said, hand touching my shoulder, shocking me out of my swirling thoughts. “You okay?” he asked, making me turn my head to look at him.
“Yeah. He’ll never put a hand on her again,” I said.
“Nope,” he agreed.
“Are we leaving him here?” I asked.
“Depends. He scratch you?”
“No. But…” I said, holding up my hand, showing him my fists. Two of my knuckles had busted open.
To that, Fallon sighed.
“It’s gonna be a long night,” I said, looking down at not only the body that would need to be handled, but the carpet as well.
“For the prospects, yeah,” Fallon said with a wicked little grin. “The twins gotta prove their worth, after all,” he said, turning, then making his way out of the house.
We drove back to the clubhouse where Fallon tracked down all the prospects, save for Perish who’d already shown his willingness to do what needs to be done tonight.
“Don’t think I need to remind you of this,” Fallon said, but shook his head, “but according to the true crime shit Danny likes to watch, everyone gets fucked over by their phone pings, so cell phones stay here. Repo has a car at his garage all ready to go for this kind of shit. Once you’re done, detail the shit out of it, take off the plates, put on the ones in the console, and drive it to the scrap yard,” he said, nodding at Nave, who knew which one he was referring to. “Give the cash to Deke. He will crush it right off. Any questions?”
“Not our first corpse,” Rune said when Fallon focused on him and Croft at the end of his speech.
“Good to hear,” Fallon said. “Get moving.”
With that, they did.
It wasn’t until the car pulled off that Fallon turned to me. “Give me your gun,” he demanded. I didn’t ask, just handed it over. “I’ll handle these. Go back home to your girl. If she’s got a social battery like you, she’s probably full-fucking-up by now,” he added.
“Thanks,” I said, nodding at him. “For… everything tonight.”
“Hey, that’s what brothers are for,” he said. “In both senses,” he added. “Now, go send my woman home to me, too,” he added before walking off.
After washing my hands, and applying some triple antibiotic to my knuckles, I did what he said.
I went home to my woman.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Lexy
Something woke me up an unknown time later.
Seeing as I was alone in the bed, I figured it was Finn moving around in the main area of the house that I’d heard.
It wasn’t until I heard a chorus of laughter—female laughter—that I realized we weren’t alone.
Rubbing at my dry eyes, I climbed out of the bed, then pulled on some shorts before making my way to the door.
Was I in the mood for company? Not really. But it was still really important to me to make a good impression on Finn’s people, so I squashed my innate distaste for social interactions, and made my way down the hallway.
To find the living room full of women.
From the party at the clubhouse, and some pictures Finn had on his phone, I recognized all of them.
Layna, the poker player.
Hope, the private investigator.
Violet, the skip chaser.
Danny, the former club president.
And, of course, Ferryn.
“There you are!” Layna greeted me, all smiles, clearly the most social out of all of the girls assembled.
“Oh, ah, hi,” I said, forcing a smile.
“Oh, you don’t have to bother with that,” Hope said, waving at my face. “We’re all used to prickly women. Most of us being them ourselves,” she said.
But that only made me shoot them a genuine smile.
“Is Finn here?” I asked, glancing into the kitchen, but finding no one there.
“No. Finn had… a thing,” Ferryn said.
It was a mix of the hesitancy in her voice and the looks the girls shared that told me exactly what his thing was.
Tracking down the guy who’d attacked me a third time.
“Right. Well, can’t say I will cry over the world losing that asshole,” I said, moving forward to snag a slice of cold pizza out of the box on the coffee table.
“I knew she was one of us,” Ferryn said with a smirk, making Layna and Hope chant One of us. One of us.
“Don’t get too full on that,” Layna said. “Gracie is bringing more snacks.”
Gracie… I was drawing a blank on Gracie.
“Umm… pretty blonde. A lot nicer than the rest of us,” Hope supplied.
“Daughter of, ah, Duke?” I tried to recall.
“Duke and Penny, yeah,” Ferryn said, nodding. “It’s a lot. I grew up with everyone and even I can find it confusing. But you’ll get there.”
“How long have you guys been here?” I asked.
“Oh, ah, almost three hours,” Layna said after glancing at her smartwatch.