Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Anthony also knew that deep down, Daisy adored Angel. The woman was a beacon of life, hope, and joy. The darkness that had once swallowed the club was no more, and Angel never once allowed it to take her—apart from a small fraction of time, but no one held that against her.
Losing a child had broken Angel, but it hadn’t kept her down. The club had been there for her. Everyone would always be there for her, and so would Anthony.
In the back of his mind, it was like he could feel Daisy telling him to stop being a dick. To get himself together, to get himself clean, so when she woke up, she wouldn’t have to hug a stink bomb.
****
A Time No One Knows About
“Tabitha knows?” Daisy asked.
Anthony looked out toward Daisy. She had sent him a text asking to meet at the lake. It was cold as fuck, but that didn’t seem to bother her. She had wrapped up in a thick jacket, boots, gloves, and even a scarf.
“She knows he had a little visit by me. Other than that, she doesn’t know anything, unless you tell her.”
He watched as her gaze fell to his lips, and then she looked down at the ground. Was she thinking about their first kiss?
The moment he got the text to meet her here, he had put aside his homework and simply climbed out of his window.
It was a cold night, and he tilted his head back and breathed in the icy-cold air. Nights like this were a comfort to him. The sting of cold air made him feel alive. Also, it helped that the brunette before him always made him to feel that way as well.
Her father was dead, gone, and he wouldn’t be hurting her anymore. Daisy being a bitch was not natural to her. The stress of her father’s blackmail had been clinging to her for far too long, and Anthony had a suspicion she also tried to hide that he would hurt her. The very thought of it was enough to anger him, and he wished the bastard wasn’t dead just so he could enjoy hurting him. Unlike Daisy who took a shovel to the back of the head, he would gladly have kept him alive and torn him apart piece by piece. Then again, Anthony always had the patience when it came to that shit.
“Do you think we should tell your parents?”
“No.”
“They found him.”
“I know, and as far as anyone is aware, the man shot himself in the head while drunk and cleaning his gun. Stop worrying about it.” He got off his ass and went to her. Much like that day, he captured her face and forced her to look at him. “Stop. I’m telling you, he is not worth you worrying for a second.”
“It was wrong.”
Anthony shrugged. “It was wrong of him to sell his daughter to an MC club because he couldn’t be bothered to take care of you. It was wrong of him and your mother to always send you to school in dirty clothes, and hair that wasn’t even brushed.” He reached up and stroked her hair, which was nicely brushed and smooth to the touch, back behind her ear. “There is a lot they shouldn’t have done, but they did it, because they are evil fucks and didn’t give a shit. He was going to keep using you, Daisy. He was going to keep exploiting you.”
He saw the tears in her eyes. “But I shouldn’t have gotten the shov—”
He had heard enough. He was tired of hearing what she should or shouldn’t have done. He kissed her, and this would make it their second kiss.
Anthony had never kissed another girl. The only person he had ever wanted to kiss was Daisy. Sure, there were girls at school who wanted a piece of him, but he wasn’t interested. They could flash their tits at him, shake their asses, and even try to suggest he could do anything to them. They were not who he wanted.
Some people would say his feelings for Daisy weren’t right, or stable, or even sane. Again, he didn’t give a shit, because to him, his feelings were exactly where they needed to be. He loved this girl. He had loved her from the first moment he saw her, dirty hair and clothes, the works. Anthony couldn’t understand why he felt this way, only that he did.
Breaking the kiss was hard to do, but in that moment, at the lake, it was just the two of them.
“We’re going to have to stop doing this,” Daisy said.
“Why?”
“Because ... Tabitha is ... I don’t know, always saying something.”
“You know, Tabitha doesn’t need to know everything.”
Daisy sighed. “She’s my best friend.”
“And I’m your best friend, your boyfriend, and your protector.”
She laughed, but it wasn’t a natural sound, almost forced. “Protector? I think I have proven I don’t need a protector.”