Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
A burning in my chest that I didn’t recognize or like started up, and my hands fisted. I had to get her somewhere that wasn’t near me. I didn’t trust myself with her. Not if this was how I was going to react to shit like this. Harrison and Millow had walked in on me getting head before, and I’d taken my time finishing, blowing my load in front of them—that was how much I hadn’t cared.
Knowing they had heard Liberty, I cared. I cared so much that I wanted to put my fist through a wall. Which meant she had to go.
Three hours later, I’d given the detectives all the information I had, made some calls, and let Tex and Drifter know I’d be back late tonight.
Liberty’s suitcases were by the door when I opened it. I looked across the room to find her curled up on the bed, asleep, wearing some new shorts and a top and a pair of Converse. I’d expected her to start yelling at me the moment I walked in since I’d sent her in here and said I’d be with her shortly.
When she was sleeping, she looked so damn sweet that it was hard to think any of the shit I knew about her was true.
The night I’d spent with her in her motel room, I had stood over her, watching her sleep for a hell of a lot longer than I should have. I hadn’t wanted to leave. Maybe years ago, when I had been younger and didn’t have grandsons and a daughter who was in her mid-twenties, I could have taken this ride with her. Jumped in, knowing full well that she was a bucketload of red flags, and fucked her until I had my fill. Soaked in those killer eyes of hers and plump lips. Listened to her laugh and smiled at the sound of it. But not now.
I was well past that stage in my life where messed-up girls like her were fun. She was having my baby. I’d share a kid with her. A kid who was going to need me because its momma couldn’t be trusted to do right by it. We hadn’t talked about if she even wanted to raise a kid. As far as I knew, she’d hand it over to me and walk away.
That right there was why I was doing this. Getting her somewhere safe and far away from me. The Judgment Sanctuary was our club compound in Miami, and it was surrounded by security gates. She could go out to the pool there, freely roam around outside, and I would be hours away. I’d show up for doctor’s appointments, then come back to Ocala. She wouldn’t be alone. She’d have Nina and Goldie, who were both a little too fucking giddy about this. Leave it to the ole ladies of two of my original members to think me knocking up a woman was a good thing. They’d baby the fuck out of her.
I walked over to her and shoved all doubts about my decision away before touching her shoulder. “Liberty.”
She blinked a few times, then looked up at me.
Damn that woman and her eyes.
Space. Lots of fucking space. This was the right thing.
“Time to go,” I told her and turned to walk over to the luggage.
I heard her yawn, and then her feet hit the ground.
“Where are we going?” she asked in a raspy voice.
“Miami,” I told her and started walking, carrying one of her suitcases in each hand.
“Miami?” she repeated.
“Yeah. The Judgment Sanctuary is there. Big compound, nice pool, some women you’ll like.”
She followed me down the stairs, not saying anything else. When we got outside, I unlocked the doors to my Charger so she could get inside, then went and put her suitcases in the back. If the traffic wasn’t terrible, I should return before closing time.
I climbed into the driver’s seat and started it up.
“How long will we be there?” she asked.
“You will be there your entire pregnancy. I’ll get you set up with an OB-GYN tomorrow and come back for the appointments.”
“You are leaving me there? With people I don’t know? Why can’t I stay here? I’ll get a job and an apartment.”
The panic in her tone was not going to get to me. This was the right thing to do. She just didn’t realize it yet.
“You’re pregnant with my baby, Liberty. Because of me, you lost your job. I am going to take care of you and the baby. We will address where you want to live and what you want to do once the baby is born. But while you’re pregnant, you need somewhere safe to live. You can’t live upstairs at a strip club. This is the best option.”
She didn’t say anything, and after a few minutes, I thought we were done talking, so I reached for the radio to turn it on. I sure as hell didn’t want to discuss what had happened in my office.