Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“For that particular crime? Well, I had nothing to do with it, but you sure did.” Wayne nodded toward the bar. “You going to invite me in? Have you lost all your manners?”
“You never taught me manners, and no, you can’t come in. We’re closed for the night. I’m not here to drink with you and pretend this is some kind of family reunion. I’m here to give you the account codes so we can be done. If your men hadn’t been such sexually molesting assholes, this thing would be over and you would have your money and wouldn’t have to spend some of it on bailing them out.”
Wayne stared at him for a moment. “You took out all four men? Or did Sawyer get his freak on too?”
In this he didn’t have to lie. “Sawyer didn’t touch them. It was all me.”
And Sabrina. Actually it was half Sabrina, but he was never telling that story to his brother. The men would keep quiet too because they would never let it be known a five-foot four-inch curvy schoolteacher had taken them down without breaking a nail. But they would still mention her.
“I often wonder what you could have been if you hadn’t been such a pussy,” Wayne spat out with disdain.
“We’ll never know,” Wyatt replied.
“Oh, I have an inkling.” His brother looked him up and down. “You look good. You look taken care of. You got a woman? I would bet Sawyer isn’t the one putting meat on your bones.”
He hadn’t eaten much back then. The last few years in the MC he’d kind of wasted away. Now he realized it was due to depression and anxiety, and when he wasn’t dealing with those things, he ate like a horse. “I’m learning to cook.”
Wayne’s eyes rolled. “Of course you are. So this thing between you and Sawyer is… I mean, you’re the girl, right? I always knew Sawyer was a lightweight and you probably swung both ways, but the thought of the two of you together kind of makes me sick.”
If his brother wanted to believe he and Sawyer were lovers, it was fine with him. It might throw him off the scent when it came to Sabrina.
“It can make you sick all you like, asshole,” a deep voice said.
Fuck a duck. Sawyer was leaning against one of the big cedars lining the back of the parking lot, Bella at his side.
Had he been betrayed by the dog? Had Bella run back and gotten Sawyer up? And he’d given her treats…
There were suddenly a whole bunch of guns pointed Sawyer’s way, and the big guy’s hands came up.
“I’m unarmed, assholes,” he said. “And the dog’s a sweetheart. She’s only dangerous to ground meat and my knees when she tries to trip me. I’m serious. You want to see me go all John Wick on your asses, hurt my dog.”
“You’re all about protecting your dog and not your lover?” There was a nasty challenge in Wayne’s tone. “That’s sad for my brother. I’m sure he thought he was gaining a protector.”
“Wyatt doesn’t need one,” Sawyer replied, his hands coming down as the weapons were holstered again. “Wyatt’s good at taking care of himself.”
“He seems to think he’s good at taking care of you.” Wayne was all masculine taunting now, as though he thought if he pushed them enough he might get the fight he truly wanted. “He was telling me how he’s learning to cook.”
“And he’s reading a lot.” Sawyer moved closer. He wore a pair of pajama bottoms and a hoodie Wyatt would bet wasn’t covering a shirt. He’d obviously dressed with haste since he had on a set of slippers instead of the boots he would normally wear. Wyatt knew those slippers had been a gift from his friend Lucy the year before. He never wore them outside the house. “He started Twilight. Picked it up at the library last time he was in Del Norte.”
The men behind Wayne snorted.
Wyatt wasn’t about to be shamed for his reading choices. It was good. He was almost finished and would be moving on to the next book in the series. It would be fun to talk about it with Sabrina. Well, it would have been if his asshole brother hadn’t shown up to ruin his life. Now Sawyer was being a jerk, too. It was just his night. “I wanted to know about Bella’s name,” he said under his breath before turning back to his brother. “I’ve got the account numbers you need on a drive along with the codes. They were all there, just hidden, as they should be since you’re a criminal organization and law enforcement is pretty good with computers these days. I took a look through the system your new guy brought. He’s sloppy with the laundry, if you know what I mean. I would watch him.”