Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Because of him, she just wasted a year and a half at Smith’s. A whole damn year and a half of dealing with Roger’s bullshit. For what? For it all to be gone in an instant?
This was all Romeo’s fault. He went against her request not to get involved.
Men! They always thought they knew better. All he ended up doing was screwing up everything.
Now she had no job and no possibility of landing her dream job. All because of his bullshit.
She never should’ve gotten involved with him in the first place. She knew it was a mistake. She went against her gut and because of that, ended up the loser in this scenario.
The sex had been great but not enough to make it worth him blowing up her future. And that’s exactly what he did by threatening Roger. Or whatever Romeo did.
Since it was still early, she had no idea if he would be in Dick’s, still in bed or out and about. She didn’t even know if the biker had a damn regular job. She couldn’t imagine that being the president of the Dark Knights paid well, if at all.
Trip didn’t get any kind of compensation in exchange for all the heartburn he got from being the Blood Fury’s president. Neither did Zak with the Dirty Angels.
It didn’t matter. None of that mattered. What mattered right now was confronting Romeo about his screw up.
As soon as she climbed out of her Highlander, she was taking long strides to Dick’s front door. The second she was inside; she surveyed the mostly empty interior looking for the man. She went directly to the bar, where a Knight with a name patch declaring him Sigh stood tracking her approach.
“Where’s Romeo?”
“Who’s askin’?”
“A woman very pissed at him right now.”
Sigh chuckled. “Nothin’ new. Guess you expected more than a one-night stand with him?”
“No. I expected nothing from him but to stay out of my damn business.” Her voice got louder, and Sigh’s eyebrows inched higher, with each word she uttered. By the end she was practically screaming and Sigh was grinning like a fool.
“You call him?” the amused Knight asked.
No, because she wanted to face him in person. She didn’t want to hear his bullshit excuses over the phone. She wanted to be able to read his expressions. Maybe even kick him in the balls. “I take it he’s not here, then.”
Sigh shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not. He ain’t wearin’ an ankle monitor, so he’s not being tracked.”
What? She shook her head. “Is he in his place?”
“Again, maybe—”
Maddie cut him off with a “stop talking” palm. The same as Roger gave her. With another impatient shake of her head, she pulled out her phone, found his number in her favorites—that would be changing soon—and called him.
After two rings, he picked up and before he could say a word, she demanded, “Where are you?”
Silence greeted her.
“Rome,” she growled into the phone. “Where the hell are you?”
“Shouldn’t you be at work?”
He had the balls to ask her that? “Maybe I am at work.”
“When did they start playin’ Dr. Dre? Figured that fuck only like classical.”
Dr. Dre?
She paused and realized he was talking about the song I Need a Doctor playing in the background in the bar. She always thought it was an Eminem song. Huh.
She groaned. That was neither here nor there at this moment. “Where are you?”
“A few yards behind you.”
Chapter Thirty-One
He had just pulled into Dick’s lot on his sled when he spotted her Highlander. It was hard to miss at this hour in the morning when their customers were few and far between. His ringing phone displayed Maddie’s number.
Apparently, she wanted a word with him.
Once he answered and entered Dick’s, he spotted her standing near Sigh. When he was within a few feet, she spun with the phone still glued to her ear.
His gut twisted when her eyes narrowed on him.
Something was wrong if she was here this early. She should be at work—
Fuckin’ fuck.
“Want a beer, brother?” Amusement colored Sigh’s tone. “Or maybe a helmet and one of those plastic cups to protect your nuts?”
Ignoring his brother, Romeo snagged Maddie’s elbow in a firm grip, causing her to lurch forward and her phone to be dislodged from her ear.
“Let me go,” she hissed like a pissed off cat.
“Once we’re in private,” he ground out through clenched teeth. “Let’s go.”
“Why? You don’t want to have this discussion in the middle of your bar?”
“No idea why you’re here.” Even though he had a damn good guess. “But whatever it is ain’t anyone’s business,” he finished on a mutter.
Clearly, the woman was pissed. Not only pissed, he could see her eyes were red and puffy, like she’d been crying.
Of fuckin’ course. He was hoping he was wrong, and she was here about something else, but his gut was telling him differently. Trying to help her out last night was about to bite him in the fucking ass. Not a sexy bite, either. This one was going to leave a scar.