Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
I bent down just in time to lift Dru’s feet off the ground before the Coke spilled all over her bare toes.
“Oh,” she breathed, eyes wide. “Thanks.”
She sounded breathless.
And freaked out.
I finished what was left of my Coke, then placed it in the seat beside me before I offered her her Dr Pepper back.
She downed it, chugging it like a beer, and followed suit.
“That rude one is wearing my leftover dinner,” she whispered.
“Deserves it,” I muttered. “Been rude all flight. It’s not my fault he decided to be rude to you. Karma has a way of making it full circle.”
She nodded. “Funny how that works. I have a sister-in-law that’s experiencing it now.”
“What do you mean?”
She started rambling, letting all of her words just tumble out of her mouth at a million miles an hour.
It was good to know she got chatty when she got scared.
“My sister-in-law cheated on my brother,” she whispered. “He caught them together and he hurt the guy that she was cheating with so bad that he’s been in a coma for five years. The man’s father was a preacher at our local church, and Romeo was deemed a pariah. My sister-in-law lost the baby she was carrying. But that would’ve happened anyway. She had an ectopic pregnancy and it exploded her fallopian tube. They weren’t able to save anything, and she had a complete hysterectomy. She had a mountain of medical bills, and then she couldn’t access the money she stole from my brother to pay off those medical bills. No one knows how to access it, actually. Romeo’s asked me to figure it out, but I have no clue where to start. You know any hackers?”
If she only knew.
“I tried finding it for a while.” Her eyes turned to me. “But I have no clue about anything computer-related. I can barely sign into my computer at work. They make me change my password too much, and I can never remember it.”
I loved the way she rambled.
Would she ramble when she finally learned who I was?
“Are we going to die?” she whispered.
That I didn’t like.
“Pilots are competent people,” I said, trying to soothe her worries.
But, at this point, I wasn’t quite so sure about the pilot’s competency when we continued to pitch from side to side.
She was being jerked around so much that I reached out and caught her hip on the opposite side of her and anchored her to my side.
She wrapped her arms around my arm, fear plain as day in her eyes, and gasped out a, “Thanks.”
Her voice sounded so damn breathy that despite the way we were in danger, my cock still managed to fill with blood.
It wanted her.
“Oh god.”
The plane went down even farther, and this time I had no chance of holding on to her or even myself.
The plane dropped significantly, and the oxygen masks deployed.
“Fuck,” I breathed as I reached up and pulled the mask down to cover Dru’s face.
She looked at me, eyes super wide, and said, “You were supposed to do yours first.”
I winked at her. “I like to live dangerously.”
That was the truth.
I liked to live dangerously.
I liked even more to live life free.
That was why I’d joined the Truth Tellers MC.
I liked the way they went through life. I liked their morals and values, and I knew that I could offer them my services.
I’d been lost in life, confused and in despair after my parents had died tragically in, ironically, a plane accident. Webber had taken one look at my lost self at eighteen and declared that I was his new mechanic. Little did he know that I’d had a job that’d been paying my way for years.
I’d taken that job, though.
Webber, our club president, had fed, clothed, and housed me for a solid year before I’d finally admitted that I was fully capable of doing it myself.
Our dynamic had switched, but I’d stayed, entrenched in the life the Truth Tellers had provided for me.
Now, there was nowhere else I’d rather be.
And now that the plane was literally fighting to stay aloft in the sky, I was man enough to admit that I needed the Truth Tellers.
If we made it out of this alive, I was going to quit politics.
I’d done what I’d set out to accomplish when I’d first started—getting rid of the disgusting filth that had been complicit in the abuse of my son.
I had no reason to be there anymore.
There was no way that I could change anything by myself.
I needed to be at home.
And bonus, there was a certain lady, who was literally holding on to my arm, crying now, that would be there, too.
If we made it out of this…
I cut off that repeated thought and looked over at the woman at my side as I reached for my own oxygen mask and pulled it over my face.