Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
The whole time she talks, Ava’s hands are fisted at her sides. She rears back to hit him, and I grab on to her arm to stop her. She looks up at me with frustration. “Tank...”
I shake my head. “Honey, you can’t have your thumb inside your fist. You’ll break it.”
I show her how to hold her hand, and she mimics me. “Is this right?”
I nod. “That’s perfect.”
I let her go and stand to the side. Glock comes up behind him and holds Beau’s legs. He peeks around. “Go ahead, Ava. I got him.”
Under other circumstances, I would laugh. She’s got every one of these hard-ass bikers wrapped around her finger. She rears back and punches Beau right in the gut. He grunts, but at least he doesn’t say a word.
I stand next to Ava. “Anything else you want to say?”
She shakes her head, not even looking at Beau. “What are you going to do with him?”
I think she knows the answer to that already, but I answer her anyway. “I can’t let him leave here, Ava. He’ll never hurt you or another woman... ever.”
Her eyes widen, and I ready myself for an argument, but she doesn’t give me one. She merely nods her head. “Okay... You need me to do anything?”
Fuck, this girl has me all torn up inside. I shake my head. “No, honey. Thank you though.” I turn to Maverick, who’s still standing by the door. “Hey, can you take Ava outside? I’ll be out in a minute.”
Ava puts her hand on my chest. “I know you’re doing this for me. I’m sorry that you have to, but well, I just want you to know I love you... and I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”
I lean down and look at her. “I try to be a good man, Ava, but you make me want me to be better. This part of the job is not something I usually enjoy, but I’d be lying if I told you that I am not going to enjoy this.”
She kisses me and whispers, “You’re the best man, Tank.” She pats me on the chest. “I’ll be right outside.”
I watch her go. There’s a part of me that wants to draw this out and make him feel the pain. The other part of me wants it to be over with because my girl is waiting outside for me. I look at Glock. “Put down the plastic. We’re going to make this quick.”
Epilogue
Tank
One Month Later
She thinks I don’t know.
She thinks that I haven’t noticed the way she has to eat a slice of toast or some crackers in the morning. Or the way her breasts are bigger and more sensitive. She thinks I haven’t noticed that she now can’t stand the smell of coffee. But I notice everything when it comes to her.
The only thing I can’t figure out is why hasn’t she told me that she’s pregnant yet.
It’s the middle of the day. I already checked the studio I set up for her in the garage, but she’s not there. As I walk toward the front door of the house, patting the ring that I have in the pocket of my cut, I’m both nervous and excited to find her.
When I open the door, I’m about to announce I’m home when I see her passed out asleep on the couch. I stand over her, watching as she’s even smiling in her sleep. She snorts softly and rolls over as I try not to laugh out loud. She looks so comfortable, but I know what will make it even better.
I lean over and kiss her. “Hey honey, we’re going for a ride.”
She curls into me with full trust. I pick her up and carry her down the hallway to our bedroom. Her eyes open when she’s on the bed, and she holds her hand out to me. “Now if that’s not the most tempting thing ever... you want me to lie down with you, baby?”
She nods, and I kick off my shoes and strip down to my underwear before sliding into the bed next to her. I pull her flush against my body, wrapping my arms and legs around her. She nuzzles herself against me, and I let out a contented sigh. I’m not sure how life can get any better than this right here, but I have a feeling it’s about to happen.
I lie as still as can be so she can sleep. I don’t know how much time has gone by, but when I wake up, she’s rushing to the bathroom. I stand outside the door and listen to her heave before walking in and grabbing a washcloth and getting it cold.
I lay it on the back of her neck, and she mumbles her thanks as she tries to catch her breath. I rub her back easily. “You okay, honey?”