Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“What about payroll?” she asked, turning to face me.
“That’s mine,” I said. “I’ll do that on Fridays before class starts, and if anyone has any problems with that, I’ll take care of it Friday afternoon when I get out of class.”
She nodded, her eyes distant as she thought about what I’d just offered her.
“I won’t take anything over what I deserve,” she finally said. “You can’t pay me anything exorbitant.”
My mouth twitched. “I’ll pay you what I think you deserve.”
Which was a lot, but she didn’t need to know that.
“Well, okay,” she settled into my side once again.
“So when are you opening the pub back up?”
That was my father, always asking the hard questions.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I was just discussing that with Verity.”
My father’s eyes narrowed on the woman at my side.
“What does she have to do with when you’re opening it?”
I clenched my teeth.
“Since I just asked her to be the fucking boss man,” I snapped.
Chapter 10
Have you ever been too nice, and ended up in a situation which could’ve been avoided if you had just been the asshole you were originally? Yeah, me neither.
-Truth’s secret thoughts
Verity
I had a feeling I had just landed in the middle of a huge shitstorm, and I could do nothing but sit still and wait it out.
I watched as father and son started throwing verbal slurs at each other, and I realized something was really wrong with their relationship. Fathers didn’t say things like this to their kids. Not now, and not ever, no matter what their age.
The entire table, all bikers, and siblings combined, all stared at what was happening, too.
Truth’s body, which had been pliant and almost relaxed only moments before, was now stiff and vibrating with anger as he pushed away from me.
“We’re not doing this here and definitely not today of all days,” Truth rumbled low in his throat.
His voice sounded nice and even, but his eyes told a completely different story.
“How’s it feel to be dating a fucking killer?”
Those words were shot out of Truth’s father’s mouth, and I could do nothing but flinch at the anger that seethed inside of him.
“Ummm,” I mumbled. “Maybe it’s time for me to go?”
Truth’s hand tightened on my hip, telling me without words that he wanted me to stay right the fuck there.
So I did, and I witnessed every single derogatory comment his father dished out.
And by the time he got to the fourth ‘fucking waste of space and air,’ I was done.
“Excuse me, Sir,” I stood up and leaned forward. “I don’t know who you think you are. I don’t know why you think this is a good time to air out these old grievances, but it’s not. It’s inappropriate. First of all because we’re in the middle of a restaurant, you’re behaving badly and people are staring at you. Secondly, it’s obvious that Truth is hurting. I can see it. You can see it. Hell, even the people in the kitchen washing the dishes can see it. So I suggest you either sit down and be quiet or leave.”
Truth’s father stood up like I’d poured ice cold water into his lap.
“Truth,” he sneered, his breath wafting toward me. I could smell the alcohol all the way over here. “Don’t you mean Ernest? Let me tell you something, Truth couldn’t be a more hypocritical name for him. You don’t know what he’s done. You don’t know who he’s killed or why. I do, though. I watched him do it once.”
My jaw clenched, and I picked up the first thing I could find, which happened to be a roll, and threw it at him.
It hit him on the cheekbone and bounced back onto the table, landing on the table next to a very amused Trent’s plate. “Go. Home.”
One of the men to my left started to chuckle, but I didn’t dare take my eyes off of the man.
“Didn’t realize you let women fight your battles, Son.” Truth’s father backed away, taking a hold of his wife’s arm. “Though I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you can’t handle your business.”
“I can handle my business,” Truth said, leaning back into his chair. “It’s just sexier when she does it for me.”
His dad sneered, downed the rest of his wine and left, dragging his wife by the arm as he went.
“So…” Trent broke the silence after they’d left. “Who wants dessert?”
***
I turned at my door, smiling slightly when I saw my cat through the window, tangled in the blinds and likely about to pull them down again.
“You have a cat,” Truth murmured.
He said ‘cat’ like it was something disgusting that he didn’t want to get anywhere near.
“Yes,” I confirmed. “Do you want to come in?”
“Where was the cat last time I was here?” he asked.
“Mr. Stiffy doesn’t come out much,” I admitted. “And when he does, it’s only to eat or sit in the window and watch the birds.”