Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
She really needed to keep pushing at getting a job with a professional team, but if she applied for them now, she’d get turned down without even an interview since she needed more time and experience under her belt.
Hence, the reason she still worked at Smith’s.
She also needed a good reference. Another reason she wasn’t ramming her SUV into the building.
A regular paycheck would be nice, as well, so she could eat, put gas in her vehicle and pay rent. She might even need bail money if she ended up taking her frustration out on her asshole boss.
All this was why she was leaving her car in Park and only shooting daggers at the building instead of creating a new entrance with her Toyota.
The pros when it came to working at Smith’s: her patients and getting the experience she needed to advance her career to the next level.
The cons: too many to fucking list.
However, at the top of the list of cons was one Roger Smith. She didn’t think anyone could be more arrogant or cocky than a biker. Time and time again, “Roger Dodger” proved her wrong.
Every time her mother called to check in on her, Maddie donned her game face and lied about how she loved her job. The last thing she wanted was to tell her the truth.
Because one, they might insist she move back home. And that was happening… Never.
Two, Shade might pay Roger a visit. That was something else she needed to prevent.
Shade was overly protective of his blended family. Not only of her mother Chelle, but of Maddie, her younger sister Josie, and her adopted brother Jude.
When it came down to it, also Gabi, currently living with Crash and Liz in Shadow Valley. For a short time, she had lived with Maddie’s family after she was rescued from the Shirleys on Hillbilly Hill.
But since Gabi and Jude had formed some sort of deep connection in that short amount of time and were considered too young to act on it, Crash and Liz from the Dirty Angels welcomed her into their household.
Doing so prevented a lot of problems and temptations. It also gave both Gabi and Jude stable homes and families.
Maddie spent a lot of time with Gabi since she was now almost twenty-one. So, even if Trip hadn’t notified Zak when she moved down here, Gabi would’ve known and shared that info.
When it all boiled down to it, Romeo was bent out of shape for nothing.
With the three clubs being so interconnected, Maddie couldn’t escape the MC life. Or their meddling. No matter how much she might want to.
For a hot minute, she did consider moving to Thailand.
Or Antarctica.
She loved her family, both immediate and the Fury, she really did. She received plenty of love, support, and protection. Even if, at times, it felt a little smothering. However, if she needed anything, it was only a text or phone call away.
If she was short on money one month, a deposit would appear in her bank account.
If her SUV needed serviced, she could either get it done for nothing in Manning Grove at Dutch’s Garage or here at Shadow Valley Bodyworks, a garage owned by the DAMC and run by Crash.
Anything she needed could be covered by one of the three clubs. So, she really shouldn’t complain about the MC life. It took good care of her.
Unlike the asshole owner of Smith’s Sports Therapy & Rehab Center.
If her Toyota broke down causing her to be a few minutes late to work, he’d dock her pay by an hour.
If she tripped over a piece of equipment, he’d loudly call her a klutz, or worse, in front of all the patients and employees.
If a client complained over the smallest reason, he’d write her up and mention it in her employee evaluation, using it as an excuse not to give her a decent raise.
He also insisted on calling her Mad instead of Madison or Maddie.
And quite frankly, that made her… mad.
He thought the nickname was funny. She didn’t agree. Maybe if anyone else but him used it, she’d think otherwise.
His biggest—and lamest—joke was, “Are you Mad?” Then he’d guffaw so much and so obnoxiously, she wanted to knee him in the nuts. That would stop the stupidity.
It would also get her fired.
Not to mention, ruin her future as a sports physical therapist for the Pittsburgh Steelers. Then she would have to move to Antarctica and work with penguins. The actual birds, not the NHL hockey team.
She blew out a long breath, started her car and forced herself to turn the steering wheel. She needed to head out of the parking lot before she made a mistake she wouldn’t be able to undo.
Today had been extra difficult.
So, if she couldn’t ram her car into the building, or kick Roger in the nuts without fucking up her future, she needed a damn drink. It was too bad Gabi’s twenty-first birthday hadn’t come and gone yet.