Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
He had no idea how they were going to pay for any of this. The fucking funeral was like throwing a goddamn party he didn’t want to have. He had no idea what the Disciples finances were or if he even had access to the club’s money.
It didn’t matter. This had to happen. It was fucking Cash’s fault anyway.
Fucker.
Cash had an everything-needs-to-be-clean-all-the-time issue that seemed to be rubbing off on Dev. They probably needed to burn the clubhouse to the ground in a bonfire type environment. Maybe at the one they were having over the weekend.
Did insurance pay if he destroyed the building himself?
Did they have insurance on the clubhouse?
It had to be far less expensive to rebuild the compound than try to make this shithole habitable.
With extreme effort, he concentrated on Millie’s words. Not really concentrating as much as trying to time his grunts appropriately to all the information she was dumping out about the ink parlor, his schedule, and who was going to clean up the carnage outside the bike shop.
She didn’t think his clients were going to be happy with all the blood stains. She was probably right. People were oddly sensitive.
“This dog’s a pain in the ass,” Millie said with a rare moment of foul language. Luckily, she’d agreed to be at his apartment during the day rather than collect the unemployment she probably had a right to have. “She has too much energy and needs to be engaged every minute or she turns into a little shit. And you living on the second floor makes her every ten minute potty run harder than it already is.”
He couldn’t help the commiserating chuckle he gave. The dog was a pain in the ass.
“I thought a hound dog was supposed to be more docile. That fuckin’ mutt chews on everything. Caught her gnawin’ on the windowsill this mornin’,” Dev said, feeling the stirs of pissed off forming inside him.
“She’s not a hound dog, Dev. She’s a beagle.” Millie said it as if he was stupid. He didn’t even get lost in her tone as he tried to bring the dog’s image to his mind.
“Are you sure she’s a beagle?” Dev asked, doubt coloring his tone.
“Yeah.” This time her tone rang more in line with the I’m-smarter-than-you-in-every-way voice she’d perfected.
She wasn’t wrong.
“Huh.” He gave in without an argument. “Did I tell you that I need you to deal with the Realtor in Sunnyvale for me?”
“Yes,” Millie answered. “So I’m a babysitter, ink parlor receptionist with no parlor to reception, and now I’m your personal assistant. Do you want to explain to me why all these people live inside your building, and I didn’t know?”
“No, I don’t.” Obviously not. “If I wanted to talk about it, I would’ve. And what the fuck ever. You knew Cash lived across the hall from me. Think I could’ve bagged a guy like that if I didn’t have access to him all the time to wear him down?”
“No, I don’t think you could’ve. He’s one fine man,” Millie said admiringly.
Dev’s grin was instant.
Like normal when he thought about Cash, his chin hit his chest and his head tilted down, not wanting anyone to see him content or smiling. The club members were all so shook about his old man. They didn’t need to see him all doe eyed as he asked Millie, “Is Cash in the apartment with you now?”
“Mmm hmm, sure is.” The sounds of appreciating that perfect hard body came through in every syllable uttered.
“He’s pretty fuckin’ hot, isn’t he?” Dev murmured, sticking his finger in his other ear to better hear as a pickup truck drove past. Where he stood in the parking lot had vehicles moving back and forth around him to come or go, or whatever they were doing.
“Does he know how obscene those workout clothes are?” Millie asked.
“These apartments are small and I’m right here,” Cash said loudly in the background. “I can hear every word you say and many of what Dev says. My clothes are appropriate athletic attire.”
“Mmm hmm,” Millie muttered again, causing Dev to chuckle.
“I gotta go, Mil.” Dev rolled his shoulders then his neck, trying to pull forward his inner badass outlaw biker. “If we get an offer for anything over six hundred and fifty thousand on Sunnyvale, take it. And we want a quick close. They can take possession as soon as the Realtor can make it happen.”
“Gotcha. And I caught Mae trying to peel open the gift wrap on Cash’s Christmas presents. I put them up high on the shelf in the laundry room. She’s something else,” Millie said. “You got your work cut out for you with that one.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of,” he said, loving his daughter’s can-do spirit. He lifted his head as he walked toward the building again. He didn’t even notice the car trying to drive past him until he heard the sudden squeaky slam of the brakes. Which still wasn’t enough to keep from nudging Dev with the grill.