Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“I’m going to get Cade to take me to the Taco Hut to celebrate.”
Killyama made a gagging noise.
“What’s wrong?”
“All you ever talk about anymore is that man. It makes me want to vomit rainbows and shit gummy bears,” she said snidely.
“You’re just jealous you aren’t getting any.” Jane stuck out her tongue, not letting her friend dampen her mood.
“It sure as fuck isn’t from lack of trying. Every time I look at a dude, they take off running.”
Jane rolled her eyes. “I wonder why.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Killyama snapped as she turned into the clubhouse.
“It means that you fucking shame them. Everyone knows you gave Train hell because he didn’t perform well, and they don’t want the same said about them. Men are sensitive about things like that.”
“I didn’t say he had a small dick.” She shrugged. “It just would have been better if he had lasted longer.”
“His dick was probably too scared. I’m surprised he was even able to get it up.” She laughed, dodging Killyama’s mock threatening fist.
Jumping out of the car, she looked around the parking lot, surprised Cade wasn’t outside with his new bike. She looked up and down the road, searching for him.
Killyama held the door to the clubhouse open for her. “Coming?”
“Yeah.” Jane went inside where there were only a few brothers hanging out and saw Stud sitting at a table with Sex Piston, Crazy Bitch, and T.A.
“What’s up?” she asked as she drew nearer to the table. By the looks on their faces, it wasn’t good news.
“Have a seat,” Sex Piston said, pulling out a chair.
Jane stood still. “Tell me.”
Stud’s voice broke the silence at the table. “Cade’s gone. When I called to see why he hadn’t been in to pick up his bike, Rock went in his room to look. All his things are gone. When I came in, I checked, too. He just left. No word. No note.”
Jane stood numbly. Sex Piston reached out to take her hand, and Jane gripped it tightly, determined not to break down in front of everyone.
“You all expected it, didn’t you?”
Her friends couldn’t meet her eyes.
“He didn’t take his new bike?”
“No.” Stud’s grim voice had her giving him a weak smile.
“Then he must be coming back.” Jane tried to give herself hope. He had told her last night he loved her, and why would he tell her that if it wasn’t true? “He’ll be back,” Jane said more firmly.
“You’re right; he’ll be back.” Sex Piston tried to sound more upbeat, although Jane could tell none of them believed it.
“I’m getting a raise,” Jane told the group then listened to their forced congratulations.
“Want to go to the Taco Hut? I was going to get Cade to go, but…”
“Sounds good. I’ll even pay,” Crazy Bitch said.
As her friends all stood, ready to leave, Jane pushed her hurt back. She would deal with it later when she was in her bedroom alone. Right now, she needed to be with the women who were her sisters in every way except blood. That would make the hurt bearable because, unlike everyone else who swore they loved her, they were always by her side.
* * *
“We’re almost ready to eat,” T.A. said as she passed by with another casserole dish in her hands.
Jane stared at the huge dinner laid out at the clubhouse. They had pulled all the tables together to make a long one, and a huge, twenty-five pound turkey took the place of honor at the head of the table.
“I think I’m going to go back to the apartment,” she told Crazy Bitch, who was balancing several bottles of cheap wine.
“Don’t go. Stay.”
“You can bring me a plate of leftovers.” Her hunger was nonexistent, but she would force herself to eat something when Crazy Bitch came home later. She hadn’t had much of an appetite for the last three weeks that Cade had been gone.
Jane shrugged into her coat, going to the door.
“It’s snowing. You want me to drive you?” Crazy Bitch offered.
“No, my car has four-wheel drive. I’ll be fine.” With her mom still in jail, Jane had bought herself a new car. Stud had offered to go with her to buy it, yet she had refused, wanting to do it on her own.
Cade had left her with a broken heart; however, he had made her more confident during the time they had been together. She didn’t need to lean so heavily on her friends anymore. They might still be adjusting to her newfound independence, but they were enjoying the benefits of riding in a car with a functioning heater.
Outside, the snow was falling heavily. Jane tilted her head back, feeling the snowflakes land on her cheeks, when the sound of a bike’s motor resonated in the distance.
Jane’s eyes went to the road, seeing a lone biker drive into the lot, barely managing to keep his motorcycle from sliding. Jane recognized him through the snow, and his haggard appearance brought an unwanted lump to her throat.