Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Then, when he was pumped up and could walk in a straight line, recite his alphabet, and the guys had their fun, he was on his bike and riding toward Petal.
He knew this was not going to end well for him. Last night, he had fucked everything up even more than before, and now he was pissed at himself. Why couldn’t he have asked to talk to her in private, or done something, or said something, or left? Why did he have to be a fucking jerk last night?
The ride to her home was a blur. He couldn’t remember any of it. It was cold as hell outside. That was helping him to stay sober. He was pretty sure there was still some whiskey swirling in his gut, along with the coffee. At the moment, he couldn’t think straight.
Then, he walked up to her door and rang the bell. He didn’t have a clue what he would say, or what he was going to do to make it up to her. Last night, he had fucked up in a big way, and now he didn’t know what to do or say. What did he say in a moment like this?
The door opened and there was Petal. Her hair was wild, and she looked ready to commit murder. Even though she looked angry at him, he saw the pain in her eyes and knew he caused that, and what was more, he had hurt her. That pain was all him. There was no denying it. Even as he saw the pain, he saw the rage.
She took a step toward him, then another step, and he was about to pull her into his arms, but Petal did something he wasn’t expecting. He hadn’t seen her draw her knee up, but that didn’t stop her from shoving that knee all the way into his dick. He didn’t protect himself, and he grunted as Petal took a step back.
“How dare you?”
“Petal, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry. You’re sorry. I don’t know what I did to you but you know what, we are done. I want nothing to do with you. I don’t want you near me. Stay the hell away from me, Dirty. You and I were never meant to happen, and are never going to happen.”
She turned on her heel and slammed the door closed. Dirty had known he fucked up with her. Saying the shit he said when she told him she was pregnant, he fucked up. But, he hoped he could come back from it.
There was no coming back from it. He had fucked up.
Petal was never going to forgive him, and he knew he had to live with what he had done.
Chapter Eight
The days passed, turning into weeks. Those weeks turned into months. George returned home, and Petal had her first full family dinner, and it was what she had always imagined as a kid. She got to talk to George, and even he said it was time for them both to forgive and to forget.
Her parents were trying. They paid her another check, and she was now looking at taking some college classes. Working as many hours as she did and helping her parents out, paying for food, helping with the rent, there really hadn’t been enough for her to even consider going to college. But now, all of that had changed, and she’d been looking into courses. Working at the diner, she couldn’t help but pull toward business as she felt it would help her understand how to run any business. She hadn’t committed to a class yet, though the money was put aside. She didn’t want to make the wrong choices.
After the whole fiasco with Dirty telling the club everything, she was tempted to take the money and just leave. She and Rosalie had always had the dream of getting away from town, living their lives elsewhere, away from all the bullshit. Gabrielle stopped Rosalie from leaving, and seeing as it was their dream, Petal didn’t want to do it without her friend.
Now Rosalie was showing with her pregnancy, and she looked so gorgeous. Pregnancy suited her.
Leaving Rosalie behind was not an option. She didn’t want to leave town without her bestie. Also, there was no way she would miss her best friend giving birth. Colt didn’t seem to mind her hanging around. He probably felt a little guilt seeing as he pushed Dirty in her direction. Either way, she didn’t hold it against him—only because Rosalie said she loved him. If her best friend hated him, then he would be on the enemy list, simple as that.
Speaking of friends, she and Myth were getting close. He still hadn’t revealed the woman he had feelings for. She was starting to believe he had feelings for Kim, which was just disaster waiting to happen. Warden would not allow him to breathe if he even suspected it. It kind of made her worried for her friend. She didn’t want him to die.