Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
I shake my head. “Doc already took care of it.”
She looks at me suspiciously. “Doctor? You had to have a doctor look at it? What exactly happened?”
I can tell she’s getting riled up. “I can’t really talk about it.”
She opens her mouth and closes it. “Uh, okay, well, can I see it?”
I blow out a breath and lean toward her. “It’s not pretty. You really don’t want to see it.”
She pulls back when I reach for her and crosses her arms over her chest. “Exactly what kind of wound is it, Diesel?”
My jaw tightens. I don’t want to tell her, but I know it will be better coming from me than someone else. “A bullet wound.”
Her mouth falls open. “A bullet wound? You were shot?” She jumps up from the chair and moves toward me. “You were shot... with a gun?”
I stand up and put my hands on her shoulders. “Yes, but I’m fine.”
She’s staring at the gauze wrapped around my arm. The truth is, it hurts like a son of a bitch, but I’ll never let her know that. I wave my arm in different directions before letting my hand go back to her shoulder. “See, I’m fine. It’s not a big deal.”
She puts her hand next to the gauze and then the other over my heart. “Another six inches to the left and you’d be dead right now, Diesel. Don’t tell me it’s not a big deal.”
She steps out of my arms and starts to pace the room. “I can’t do this. I can’t stand by and watch you get killed.”
“I’m not going to...”
But she doesn’t let me finish. Her voice raises an octave, and she points at my arm. “Six inches, Diesel.”
I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
She juts her chin at me. “I want you to quit. I want you to tell me that you’re done with this. Nothing is worth...”
I put my hand up to stop her. She doesn’t know the details, and I can’t tell her, but I do know I’m not quitting. I’m nothing without this MC and what it stands for. “I’m not quitting.”
She lets that sink in and takes a deep breath. “Fine. Then this”—she points between the two of us—“whatever this is is over.”
I’m pissed. Not only because she’s giving me an ultimatum but because she’s running scared, and that’s not who she is. Anger boils up inside me. “I’m not quitting, and if you think us fucking gives you a right—"
She rears back as if I’ve slapped her, and I know instantly I’ve said the wrong thing. Hell, the unforgivable thing. She turns on her heel and walks out the bedroom door. I should follow her, but I don’t. At this point, I think we both need time to cool off.
Chapter 10
Brandy
I’ve fallen for the one man I can’t have. I’ve avoided all relationships, and the one time I let my guard down, it’s like he has a death wish. I got caught up in how he made me feel, and I shouldn’t have. There’s no future between us, especially if he’s doing things that are going to get him killed. I can’t just stand by and act like I’m okay with it.
I head out to the front and stop next to Scout. “Hey, I’m feeling a little sick. Do you care if I cut out early?”
He looks at me worriedly. “You okay?”
I nod and bite my lip to hold in the sob. “Yes, I’m okay.”
He looks at me doubtfully but finally nods his head. “Sure thing, little bit. It’s slow anyway.”
I nod and walk to the back and grab my purse before going to the parking lot and getting in my car. I avoid all the looks from the men standing around. I’m not in the mood for any of it.
I drive off without even looking back. The whole way home, I’m trying to figure out what to do. My phone dings, and it’s a text message from Diesel apologizing. I turn my phone to silent and toss it into my purse. I’m weak when it comes to him, and it wouldn’t take much for me to drive right back to the clubhouse where he’s at. But then I remember that he was shot today. He was shot and acts as if it’s not a big deal.
I hold back the tears, refusing to cry. As soon as I walk into the duplex I share with my uncle, I start packing my clothes.
My uncle’s gruff voice fills the room. “You going somewhere?”
He’s a drunk. He’s always been one and will probably always be one. The only good thing about it is he’s not mean. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure he does it to numb the pain of losing his wife years ago. “Yeah, uh, I’m going into the city to see Amber. I haven’t seen her in a while.” I mention a friend that I went to high school with. She’s my only friend that never judged me for what my father did. She’s already graduated college and lives in an apartment downtown. I can lie low there for a few days, then when I come back the Guardians will already be on their way to Tennessee.