Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
I grabbed the glass when Jessie finished pouring and downed it, allowing her to pour another. Maybe the alcohol would numb the pain of my husband not just taking my pride, my dignity, and my life away from me, but also the best man I’d ever come to know.
When I woke up the next morning, Whiler still wasn’t home. I slept in his bed, even though his spot was cold and empty. And I spent the night crying into his pillowcase until my eyes were too puffy and sore to keep them open any longer.
I poured myself a cup of coffee and sipped at the scalding black liquid, grimacing at the taste. But after all the alcohol I’d consumed and then all the crying I did last night, I really wasn’t in the mood for anything sweet. I wanted my coffee as bitter as I felt.
The clubhouse was quiet, everyone either still sleeping or banding together to work on getting Whiler out of holding before he went to prison to await his court date. And prison wouldn’t be good. I wasn’t dumb; I knew this club had enemies. And I wasn’t sure how far Joey and Alejandro’s reach went when it came to protection.
Anyone could be bought at a high enough price. And if someone had a vendetta against Whiler…
My soul went cold at the thought.
The clubhouse doors suddenly opened, and Whiler strode inside. I choked on the sip of coffee I’d just taken, spewing it all over the counter, almost dropping my coffee mug before I could manage to set it down. His expression was murderous, his hair all over the place, and bags resided under his eyes from lack of sleep.
His eyes zeroed in on me, and he changed his direction from the stairs, heading straight for where I was standing, his jaw clenched. My heart raced in my chest, and I backed up from him, fear clouding my senses. Was he blaming me? I wouldn’t blame him, but fuck, I would not be able to handle it if he hated me.
“Are you angry at me?” I choked out, tears brimming my eyes.
My back hit the wall behind me at the same time his hands smacked the sheetrock on either side of my head, making me flinch. He bent his head down and captured my lips in his, and I moaned, my fear falling away under the power of his dominating mouth. A deep groan rumbled up from his chest, and he dropped his hands to wrap his arms around me, tugging me against his firm, muscular body.
My pussy clenched when his tongue probed between my lips, and I whimpered, my hands coming up to tangle in his messy hair. My back slammed against the wall again, and the way he fucked his tongue into my mouth was downright pornographic.
I was panting when his mouth pulled from mine, my cheeks red. No doubt, my eyes were bright and lively. I knew his certainly were, and they’d softened from the rage that had been in them when he walked through the door.
“Did that feel like I’m mad at you, baby?” he panted, licking his kiss-swollen bottom lip. I shook my head. He grinned and pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose. “I fucking missed you.”
I softened, my hands sliding under his shirt to feel his hard, muscular body. “I was miserable,” I confessed.
He brushed his nose with mine. “No one will ever be able to keep me away from you long,” he promised. His fingers linked with mine, and he gently pulled me away from the wall, leading me to where Joey, Ink, and Alejandro were sitting at one of the round tables, suddenly appearing once Whiler came home. When Whiler took a seat, he settled me on his lap, his thick arms binding around my waist.
“I don’t know what comes next,” Whiler said, looking at Joey, then Alejandro, “but those divorce papers need to get signed one way or another. And then, we take care of her fucking husband. They arrested me on he-said-she-said bullshit, which means he’s fucking got someone in his pocket.”
A chill raced down my spine at that thought. Whiler, feeling it, pushed his hand under my shirt to caress my belly and my hip. Despite the anxiety thrumming through my veins, his touch relaxed me. I rested my head on his shoulder.
“For now,” Joey began, leaning forward and bracing his elbows on the table, his fingers steepled under his chin, “you two lay low. Stick close to the clubhouse if you go anywhere, which I prefer if you didn’t. Alejandro has pull, but I don’t know who else this asshole might have in his pocket. He thought he had the judge and the chief of police, but Alejandro’s price was better. That’s the only thing that saved your ass this time.”