Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“What? Why?”
He stared at the door remembering the guarded look in Michael’s face. No, he didn’t have a degree or a great education, but he knew when people were lying or trying not to lie. “There is something about him I don’t like.”
“Yeah, he’s married to the woman you love.”
“It’s not just that.” He spun around to face Tate. “Tell your lawyer to look at all of Michael’s business. Go through the financials and see where the money is coming from.”
“You’re asking me to break the law.”
“Then get Alex to look into it. He’ll find what we need.”
“What are you thinking, Killer? He’s a suave businessman. We can’t get him for that.”
“I know. Trust me on this, Tate. He’s not all he seems. I bet he’s got plenty of good businesses that are in fact legitimate, but something is telling me he got more than he bargained for from dear old daddy.”
He started toward the front doors. The guard kept giving him a warning look.
“Wait, what?” Tate chased after him.
“We’re going to beat him at his own game.” He pulled Tate in close knowing she’d tell the others what he was about to say. “Tell me how a man who is legitimate would know all about The Skulls and about me. Michael Granito is not all he makes out, and I want to know why. It’s for the good of the club.”
He walked away, grabbing his leather cut and walking out of the hospital doors. While Tate was busy finding out what she could, he was going to do a little digging of his own.
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“Your two men are fighting over you. You’re a lucky woman, but I don’t like Michael. He’s a bastard through and through. There is something about him I don’t like at all. Killer, on the other hand, he’s got all those muscles, and boy, he looks like he knows what to do in the sack.”
Kelsey heard someone talking, their voices going on and on about the two men she didn’t want to think about.
One man I don’t want to think about.
Her thoughts went to Killer. She was in love with him, and now she’d never know what it was like to be with him. Lifting her arm up she stopped as her arm remained by her side. Frowning, Kelsey opened her eyes staring up at the white plain ceiling.
“I’m sorry, honey, the restraints are a precaution.” Sandy came into view.
“Sandy? What is going on?” she asked. Why was she in the hospital? What the hell was going on?
Even as her thoughts washed over her, the memory of the blade slicing into her wrist caught her unaware. Fuck, she’d tried to kill herself and failed.
Another failure just like everything else.
Closing her eyes she felt the tears close to the surface. It felt like all she’d done in the last couple of days was cry.
“No, don’t cry. I take it you know the truth about why you’re here,” Sandy said.
“What happened?” Kelsey asked. The moment she’d let the blade slide into both of her wrists, she regretted the action. She’d been too drained and scared to stop what she started.
“You lost too much blood. For a few seconds we completely lost you, Kels. Killer found you with me and Stink. God, I hate that name. He really needs to change his name. Stink is awful, isn’t it?” Sandy shook her head.
The sound of a chair being pulled up beside her got Kelsey’s attention. Sandy sat down staring at her.
“What time is it?” Kelsey asked.
“It’s the following day, and it’s late, past eight.”
Looking around the room, she frowned once again. “Why am I here? I thought hospitals have a lot more people.” Her thoughts were all over the place. She hated how chaotic her mind was working.
“This is all because of your husband, Michael Granito. No wife of his will get the common hospital treatment,” Sandy said, sneering as she spoke. “Can I say he’s a fucking bastard?”
“What is he doing here?”
“Kelsey, you almost died. You tried to kill yourself. Killer found you in water tainted with your own fucking blood. This is a big fucking deal.” Sandy’s voice rose.
Wincing, she glanced at the other woman. “Is Killer okay?”
“My God, what is with you? You can’t leave here, Kels. You’ve got to be evaluated. Your wrists were fucking sliced open, and you even did it properly going up the vein rather than across.” Sandy stood leaning over her.
“I’m sorry.” The tears that filled her eyes finally spilled over. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
The lie poured out of her mouth. She was feeling trapped. Michael turning back up awakened all of her memories of her parents. Her mother’s cruel words finally got through to her and hurt her more than ever before.
“Don’t cry, Kels. You’re loved, and everyone is worried about you.”