Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
People step to the side as I make my way through the throngs of people partying. It’s always a big party on Friday nights. Most of the members work at the mine behind the warehouse and usually come here afterward to relax. A lot of them even have rooms here.
I’ve never seen a warehouse as nice as this one, but I suppose that’s what happens when the president owns a damn gold mine.
“Hey there, handsome.” A blonde slides up in front of me. Her eyes are glassy, the makeup around the edges smudged. She’s tall, almost coming up to my nose. I’m pushing six foot four myself. I’ve always been a big guy. It helped a ton when I worked SWAT.
“Not interested.” I go to step around her. She reaches out and grabs my arm, her eyes widening as she gives it a squeeze.
“Not even for a little fun?” She cocks her head to the side as she licks her red lips that match the nails that she has pressed into me.
“Ma’am, I'm going to ask you to drop your hand.” My voice is firm and filled with authority. She quickly does as I tell her.
“Fine,” she huffs. “The girls were right. You must be into men. The hot ones always are.” She mutters the last part before she finally leaves, heading back over to a table where a few other women are seated. I guess others are starting to notice I’m here every Friday night. One of the downsides to being my size. It’s not easy to blend in.
I keep moving through the crowd, finding my normal table toward the back and off to the side. It gives me a clear shot of the bar. My height helps me see without a problem.
I sigh when I see a group of girls occupying my table. It’s my own damn fault for being late. I wanted to check on a few things after I’d left my office at Hart Bonds. I also told myself I wasn’t coming here. Jason normally has the table held for me, but I’m sure he’s already out of here by now, with my sister in tow.
I quickly find another table. It will have to make do for now. My eyes lock right on Addilyn. She’s got her pink hair in two little buns on top of her head, making her look adorably sexy. I don’t know how she pulls off being both of those things at the same time, but she does it.
She’s also wise beyond her years. Who wouldn’t be with the cards she’s been dealt in life? But even still, there’s an innocence that clings to her in some ways. One that calls to something deep inside of me. A touch of darkness that I didn’t know was there until she burrowed her way inside and found it. She then wrapped her little hands around it, trying to yank it to the surface.
Her head lifts from the drinks she’s making as if she senses something. Her eyes search the crowd. Is she looking for me? Those delicate shoulders of hers that carry way too much for someone her age drop, not finding what she’s looking for.
As beautiful as she looks tonight, I can tell she’s tired. She’s not getting the sleep she needs. This is her second job. I shift in my chair, that irritation growing tenfold because there’s not much I can do about that. Even if I wanted to help her, she wouldn’t let me.
Not yet at least. It drives me insane knowing that. I always seem to only piss her off no matter how hard I try.
For the first time in my life, I toy with the idea of doing the wrong thing. This must be what they mean when they say love makes you do stupid things. Because I think I’m about to do the stupidest fucking shit ever.
But if it gets me my girl in the end, it will be worth it. I suppose we’re about to find out.
2
Addilyn
I wiggle my toes to make sure they’re still there. I can’t feel them. Normally I can rock a pair of heels. Even get up on the bar and dance in them without missing a beat, but tonight we’ve been slammed. Everyone came out to celebrate. Both the Pres and VP are now married.
Pres has even knocked his new wife up already, and I’m sure our VP Archer isn’t far behind on putting a baby in Vee. I don’t know how that is going to work. Vee is as tiny as I am, and that man is beast size. I’m not sure how they get it on, let alone how she’s going to carry one of his babies. I guess we’ll be finding out soon enough.
“You’re not driving.” My stomach dips when I hear the sound of Kane’s deep voice.