Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
I purse my lips. “No, I don’t remember Hound having a woman. From what I remember, he used to just spend his time with the club whores. He never had anyone special. The only person who might know is Walker.”
“Guess we’re going to see him,” Spike folds his arms.
“We can’t. The prison won’t let us in until he’s been sentenced,” Cade mentions.
“The club, or anyone?” Ciara asks.
“Club,” Cade responds.
“Then we’ll go,” I say, nodding.
Jackson gives me another look. “No offense, baby, but I’m not letting you out of my sight while this woman is on a rampage. Not after nearly losing you last time.”
I step closer to him, putting my hand on his cheek. “That’s sweet, but I’ll be fine. Addison and Ciara will come with me.”
“Ciara was with you last time you got snatched,” he reminds me.
“Hey!” Ciara protests. “I didn’t know he was going to do that.”
“You can wait outside the prison for us,” Addison suggests. “That way we’ll be safe. We need to know who this woman is. I’d like to get my life back, maybe take a vacation.”
“That would be epic,” Cade agrees. “Been so fuckin’ long since we’ve had a break from all this bullshit.”
A vacation would be nice.
“They’ll be fine, boss,” Spike assures Jackson. “We’ll wait outside and keep an eye on them.”
Jackson exhales, muttering something under his breath. “Fine, but only because I want this over with.”
I guess that’s it then. We’re going to visit Walker.
I’ve wanted to do that since he got locked up, so now’s the perfect chance.
“Are you sure you want to go back there?” Addison asks me.
I shrug. “I’m not afraid if that’s what you mean. It’ll be fine. I want to see Walker.”
“Let’s do this then,” Spike claps his hands. “You girls go in, but don't start any trouble. Just ask your questions and leave.”
“Hey,” Ciara pokes him. “We never start trouble.”
“You were kicked out of the hospital, Tom Cat. You start trouble.”
Ciara grins. “Well, it's not my fault that old biddy couldn’t handle a little laughter.”
“I think it might have been the conversation,” I giggle. “It wasn’t exactly appropriate.”
“I don’t want to know,” Jackson mutters. “Come on, let’s do this.”
Yes. Let’s.
RETURNING TO THESE walls feels surreal, almost like a bad dream. I try not to make eye contact with anyone, especially since many of the guards recognize me. The only person I want to see is Xander. I hope he's on shift because I've wanted to thank him ever since I escaped. Without his help, I wouldn’t be where I am now.
Addison glances around the brick walls with distaste. “Yuck, no wonder you didn’t like it here,” she mutters. “It smells funny.”
“Well, it isn’t a hotel,” Ciara points out.
“No kidding,” Addison retorts.
“Stop bickering, you two. You’re like a couple of old ladies,” I interject with a scoff.
We go through all the check-in processes and head to the visitor’s room. The moment I step inside, my heart twists and my stomach knots. I've only ever been in this room as a prisoner, and I hated sitting at these tables across from Jackson, unable to touch him.
Scanning the room, a smile spreads across my face when I see Xander on duty. He notices me, his eyes widening before a smile breaks out on his face as well. He approaches, stopping in front of me. “Serenity, I didn’t think I’d see you back here.”
I want to hug him, but I can’t. “I’m on the right side of the table this time,” I joke. “I’m so glad I ran into you. I wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done.”
There are cameras here, so I avoid mentioning his role in my escape. Officially, he only helped by making a statement that Hound was the one who took me. He smiles, understanding what I mean.
“You’re very welcome. Thank you, too,” he replies.
I know why he’s thanking me. The club cleared his debt and got him out of trouble. Xander finally has his life back. He also kept his job, which I’m so happy for, because he seems to do really well here, and people respect him. He deserves freedom, he’s one of the good ones.
“Is Walker doing okay in here?”
Xander nods. “He keeps to himself and stays out of trouble. He’s a good prisoner. Nobody bothers him much.”
That’s reassuring to hear. I take a seat at the table with Addison and Ciara, waiting for Walker to be brought in. After about five minutes, the prisoners are escorted through the doors, and Walker sits down, his hands cuffed. He smiles at me, looking well, which lightens my heart.
“Walker,” I say warmly, “I’m so glad you agreed to our visit.”
“I wanted to see how you were doing,” he replies, glancing at Ciara and Addison.
“This is Addison and Ciara,” I introduce, “they’re part of the club.”