Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Piper gagged. “They wouldn’t do that.”
“They would,” Hoax disagreed. “At least for someone that wasn’t as jacked as Jonah is. I highly doubt that they’d mess with him seeing as he’d beat the shit out of them and lose no sleep about it.”
That was true.
I wouldn’t lose an ounce of sleep over beating someone up that spit in my food. I’d probably lose my job, though.
A job that I was finding that I liked the longer that I did it.
It was difficult, exhausting, and often times a lot less rewarding than it could be, but I had fairly good hours. I liked the men that I worked with on a daily basis, and I liked my supervisor even more.
I also liked the increase in salary that I’d gotten seeing as it was considered more ‘hazardous.’
Once we’d discussed a little more about the babies, talk changed to Bayou’s work at the prison, and then Hoax’s work with Sam.
That was when I felt Sam’s eyes on me.
“You want to help me?” Sam said.
I frowned. “Help you do what?”
I mean, I already knew what he did.
He ran a business that helped women, children, and even some men get out of dangerous situations. If they needed new identities, he got them new identities. If they needed a place to stay for a few days, he gave them a place to stay. And on the extreme cases, he not only gave them new identities and gave them places to stay, but he also set them up with new jobs, new names, and watched over them while also helping take care of the problem that sent them there in the first place.
Hoax started to laugh.
“He wants help doing the job so he can completely retire,” Hoax said once he’d finished laughing. “He’s handed about as much to me as he could, but I also have young kids at home, and he doesn’t want to overload me like he was overloaded. Though, saying that, he had five other men to help him. Still does, really, but they’re not getting any younger, either.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “I just think it’d be nice to keep it in the family. And that one said no already.”
I looked over at ‘that one’ which happened to be Bayou.
“I have too much shit to do,” Bayou said. “I’ll help where I can, but I’m not quitting my job. I’m needed there.”
“I’ll help where I can, but I’m not quitting my job. I’m needed there,” I told Sam.
Sam sighed and rolled his eyes.
“I’ll help,” Lock said as he took a bite of his appetizer. “What do you need?”
Sam looked at him thoughtfully. “What don’t I need?”
Chapter 18
Sometimes when I unroll too much toilet paper, I think about how much money I’m wasting by just wiping my vagina.
-Text from Piper to Jonah
Jonah
“Shit,” I muttered darkly. “Shit, shit, shit.”
I glared at the gate as it refused to open all the way, and knew that I’d be walking my happy ass up the driveway for the tools that I would need to get the battery off.
In the meantime, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and placed a call to Piper.
“Hey, baby,” I said softly. “The gate isn’t working. When you get home, take the second entrance. It’ll lead you up behind the barn. The key code to get in is 202020.”
Piper sounded as if she was in the car, and I hoped that meant that she wasn’t far behind me.
I was ready to drop. And when I went to bed, I wanted to be wrapped around my woman.
“We’re about ten minutes behind you. Do you need help?”
I shot a disgusted look toward the gate.
“No,” I answered. “The battery is dead. I just have to pull the battery and replace it with the spare for tonight. No big deal.”
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll see you in a bit then.”
“Love you, baby.”
There was a long pause as I could practically feel Piper smiling through the phone. “I love you, too.”
After hanging up, I glared in the direction of the gate and contemplated doing this all tomorrow.
I was dead on my feet as I dragged my ass up the driveway, and by the time I arrived at the front door, I’d almost decided to just go ahead and leave it for tomorrow when I heard something.
“Why are you so fuckin’ hard to get rid of?” a woman screeched. “All of you. Swear to Christ. I’ve tried four times now, and you’ve all managed to get out of it!”
I froze with my key in the lock, and my hand on the doorknob.
Behind me, what felt like only a few feet, was a woman with a gun pointing straight at my head.
I’d never in my life been more thankful that Piper had caught a ride with her father home.
They’d stayed a few minutes longer than me to talk in the parking lot after dinner, and I’d had to bow out because I was dead on my feet from a long ass day, and an even longer night.