Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Don’t make me come back here and drag you out of here in front of everyone.” I gape at him. Not that he can see it. He’s already out the door.
I’m not sure if I’m more mad or turned on at this point.
7
Jason
“You know watching it doesn’t make it go any faster,” Pink says from behind the bar.
I turn my head away from the rustic Budweiser clock on the wall over by the pool tables. She’s holding up a bottle of my favorite whiskey. I shake my head no. I need to have a clear head tonight when I see Olivia. Her little ass might not show either. Then I’ll have to go hunt her down.
I’m hoping I won’t have to do that. I don’t think her father Dave, who is a retired detective, will take too kindly to that. I’m also sure he’ll remember who I am. What are the fucking chances? The same detective that arrested me all those years ago is the father of the one woman who has me thinking about forever.
Pink drops the bottle back down under the bar. “Is this about the girl from last night?”
“Don’t,” I warn, I’m already on edge. The fact that she asked about Olivia makes me wonder who else noticed my attention on her.
“Sorry.” She holds her hands up.
“It’s fine.” Does it matter if people saw? Why am I irritated over it? Wouldn’t that be a good thing? She’s going to be around a lot more, so they might as well get used to it. It’s not that I don’t want people to know I have a woman but more that I don’t want to share her with anyone.
This might be a motorcycle club, but these fuckers can be as bad as a bunch of church ladies about personal shit. People are damn nosy. I barely know her yet. I want to keep her to myself for a bit longer. The things I did find out about her are from what I dug up based on her identification. If I’m good at anything, it’s digging shit up.
“Should I not mention the blonde Arch was all over last night?” She lifts a brow.
“I wouldn’t if I were you.”
He’d been as pissed as I was about our girls giving us the slip last night. At least with Olivia I had something to lead me to her whereabouts. The other girl hadn’t given Arch anything but a name, which he wasn’t sure was her real one. He stormed out of here last night, and I’ve yet to see him. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Arch is used to getting what he wants. I don’t think anyone tells him no but me. He’s used to it coming from me, having been in the Marines together. He didn’t have much choice back then.
“Why the hell did they run from us?” I mutter.
“Oh, you want to talk about it now?” She laughs.
“Never mind.” I start to get up. I have other shit I need to be handling.
“I’m giving you a hard time.” She points for me to sit back down. I do it willingly. I’ll take any advice I can get right now. Olivia has me all twisted up. I’m not used to the feeling. My ideas on how to handle her aren’t the most rational. Back at her place, I had to force myself not to throw her over my shoulder and drag her back here. It took everything in me to leave her behind. The only reason I did was because she agreed to meet up with me.
I’ve driven past her house a million times like some sort of stalker. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. The only reason I didn’t station my ass outside of her place is because I know she lives with her dad. I learned a lot from the file I had pulled on her. Including that she has two older brothers, one of which is an active cop now and is always coming and going. I know for sure if they had spotted me, the outcome wouldn’t have been good.
That’s why when I saw her car finally parked at home, I pounced, knowing I only had a small window of time. I threw out my original plan to kidnap her, knowing I could never get away with it with her family and decided to resort to blackmail. There’s no way Miss Goody Two Shoes, who is spending her Sunday afternoon making pies for her family, is going to tell them she went and got her a man in a motorcycle club. They aren't going to care how rich I’ve become over the years. I can’t say that I blame them either. It doesn't help that I've got ten years on her.