Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I noticed that two of the men were missing: York and Velle.
They were probably the men who were out taking care of the body.
“Excuse me, are you who is in charge here?” my grandmother asked, coming into the kitchen and looking at Huck.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“We may have a problem.”
“What kind of problem?”
“Loretta isn’t completely sure she didn’t touch that trash bag on the man’s head with her bare hands.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. York’s history involved hiding bodies for the mob. He knows what he’s doing. No one is going to find any evidence.”
“Oh, good. Well, is that Alfredo?” she asked, moving next to Eddie to sniff the pot.
How was she hungry after taking part in killing a man? Then moving the body? Twice.
“It is.”
“How about I whip up a nice salad to go along with it?” my grandmother offered.
“And I can make some garlic bread,” Barbie offered as she came into the room.
Eddie seemed in his glory, having a bunch of the ladies to putz around the kitchen with him.
Kylo pulled me through the house and up the stairs with him. Upstairs, Dixon and Caymen were stripping and remaking beds, cleaning up junk, and getting the rooms ready for the ladies.
“Let’s wash our feet,” Kylo suggested.
I hadn’t even looked at them. But when he mentioned it, my gaze slid down, seeing the dirt and the blackness from the road smearing my skin. Kylo’s looked much the same.
We both moved back into the shower, scrubbing until our skin was clean, then walked back out together into the bedroom.
Kylo reached for me, drawing me down onto the bed, then curling me onto his chest, his hands drifting through my hair.
“You okay? Tonight was a lot.”
“I’m okay. Everyone is safe, so I’m okay. But… yeah. That was… crazy.”
“Your grandmother is a badass.”
“Right?” I asked, pushing up to smile down at him. “I can’t wrap my head around that. And what did they mean it wasn’t their first body?”
“I think that might be a question for tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “I’ve got enough to think about tonight.”
Kylo tucked my hair behind my ear. “Can I ask you what your thoughts are about this… us?”
“I think…” I paused, sucking in a deep breath. “I think we have something here.”
“I think it’s more than something. Think… think it might be everything.”
“Yeah?” I asked, all the cracks in my heart filling in.
“Yeah. I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of our lives working on that bucket list of yours.”
“I’d like that.”
“Even if being with me comes with… all this,” he said, waving outward at the clubhouse in general.
“I feel like I’m starting to get good at… all this.”
“Practically born to be a biker old lady.”
“So… what happens now?” I asked.
“Now, we have fettuccine Alfredo,” he said. “Then, I guess, anything we want.”
Kylo - 1 Day
“That’s right, get all the way under there,” Barbie said, making me stop short while taking the trash bag out.
Sitting in lawn chairs in the driveway were the older ladies, each of them sporting a margarita—at ten in the morning—watching Dixon wash the SUV. Which, I assumed, York and Velle had used it the night before to transport the body, so he had all the tools out to clean the tires, rims, everything. From experience, I knew that car wouldn’t be considered clean until someone had scrubbed it inside and out at least five times. Then driven it through a couple of car washes for good measure.
“Good morning, ladies,” I called after tossing the trash. “Dixon,” I added, making him turn to look at me, a smirk toying with his lips.
“How’s my granddaughter doing this morning?” Claudia asked.
“She’s sleeping in,” I told her. “Think she finally feels like she can rest without worry.”
“I’m glad she has you to look after her,” she said. “And I think we both know what the ladies and I will do to you if you hurt her.”
“You gonna feed me to alligators?”
“Crocodiles like human bodies more than alligators do, dear,” Claudia said, making my eyes widen. “But, no. There’s a good chance of discovery with that if you’re not careful. Better to start a garden club,” she said, her eyes twinkling, making me glance across the street toward the sprawling gardens of the assisted care facility. “Sure, bones might be found someday. But we’d be long gone by then,” she added, a wicked smirk toying with her lipstick-smeared lips.
“Noted,” I said, nodding. “But I have no plans of hurting Rue.”
To that, she gave me a nod.
“Now let me get back to my show,” she said, gesturing toward Dixon.
“They are shameless,” Rue said, standing near the corner of the house, shaking her head at your grandmother and her friends.
“Dixon is playing it up for them. You could have slept in longer,” I said, sliding an arm around her.
“I’m not used to the sounds of the house yet,” she admitted. “The air clicking on woke me up,” she added with an eye roll. “I came looking for Ernest.”