Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
“It’s bringing the most money into the club right now, so it matters.” His lips curl into a sarcastic smirk. “Isn’t that supposed to be the goal—work smarter, not harder?”
“That’s what I’ve heard.”
“All right, so walk Eazy through the laundromat stuff for me. Let me know if you have any issues with him.”
“Like what?”
He shrugs. “Whatever.”
Great. Is Eazy going to act like a little cuntwaffle who’s too good to scrape lint traps and mop the floors? I haven’t seen much of him over the last two years, maybe he came home with an attitude.
“Anything else?” I ask.
“Nope. Grinder’s home with Serena. I think Lincoln’s gonna be here any day now.”
Zero interest in that, thank you very much. “Uh, that’s good.” I jerk my thumb over my shoulder. “I’m just gonna stop by my room, then head home. I’m beat.”
“Later.” He waves his hand at me.
There’s no point stopping by my room. I really just want to go home. Crashing at the new clubhouse upstate had been noisy as fuck last night. Barely got any sleep.
I take the back roads from our downstate clubhouse to Rooster and Shelby’s place. The ride takes almost an hour. Tomorrow, I’ll be back in Union. With all the zigzagging around I’m doing lately, I might as well join the Nomad squad.
But it’s good that I saw Z. Now I’ve got a plan for the week. Handing off my hours at the laundromat to Eazy will be a relief and free me up for more important pursuits—like “educating” Margot on every sexual skill my deviant mind can fathom.
I can’t wait to get my hands on her again. That quick glimpse of her sweet pink nipples drove me insane. Lesson number two needs to be clothes off for her.
I turn onto the little dirt road that leads to Rooster’s place, then the driveway, and roll right into my spot near the garage.
Rooster and Shelby are outside, switching out the lights on the thirty-foot skeleton I erected in their front yard. I knew it’d grow on them.
I walk around the side of the house to join them, but Rooster meets me halfway with Shelby not far behind.
“Are you okay?” Rooster stops and stares at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“Yeah, why?”
He studies my face so intently, the urge to punch him curls my fingers. “You’ve been smiling non-stop since you got off your bike.”
I flatten my lips into a line. “So what?”
Rooster strokes his beard and stares at me like he’s a hawk fixating on a field mouse. “It’s unnatural.”
“Stop it.” Shelby slaps Rooster’s chest and grins at me. “You’re even more handsome when ya smile. That’s what Rooster was tryin’ to say.”
Rooster shakes his head but his mouth quivers like the fucker’s trying not to laugh. “It really wasn’t.”
“Where ya been?” Shelby asks me. “I was gettin’ worried.”
I touch my fingers to my throat and cock my head. “Aww, you were worried about me, songbird? I’m touched.”
“Yes.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “I was fixing to call Heidi to see if you were upstate.”
“I knew you couldn’t live without your daily dose of my charm and wit.” I ruffle my hand over the top of her head, and she rolls her eyes. You’d think I’d be annoyed with my best friend’s girlfriend grilling me on my whereabouts, but her concern wraps around my cold, black heart and squeezes in a sprinkle of warmth.
Rooster cups his hand over his ear. “Daily dose of bullshit? Yeah, sounds about right.”
“I stayed upstate last night. Just came from our clubhouse. Had a sit-down with Z.” I aim a dickish grin at Rooster. “He patted my head and told me how pretty I am.”
Rooster rubs his hand over his throat, up to his chin. “Wish I’d never told him how much you’ve been helping me out,” he mutters. “I knew it’d go straight to your head.”
I’ve been enough of a dick, now it’s time to be serious. “He’s plannin’ to give me a raise, so if you want to charge me more rent—”
“Get the fuck outta here with that.” Rooster scoffs. “I’m only taking your money now because you’re a pain in the ass about it.”
“That’s all you, boys.” Shelby raises her hands in the air and slowly backs away. “Jigsaw, I’m happy you’re home.”
“Thank you.” I point at Shelby and cock my head Rooster’s way. “See, that’s how you greet someone.”
Once she’s in the house, Rooster crosses his arms over his chest and lifts his chin. “So, where were you?”
I mirror his pose. “None of your business.”
He strokes a hand over his beard. “Uh-huh. Why were you at a car show out in Johnsonville?”
Christ, how’d he figure it out? A picture of Rooster sitting at his laptop searching Google Maps to match up the background in the photo I sent him forms in my head.