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)
“You’re frowning, and you’ve got your angry face on,” Angel said.
“I think it is time you start organizing a wedding.”
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Rachel hadn’t been alone with Adam since his little lecture. She had thought he was the cool one, the one who would totally understand why they did what they did.
Yes, she got it, normal girls might be ... nervous or jittery at the fact they killed a guy. She didn’t care. It was part of being in the club, and she didn’t have rose-colored glasses on.
Her dad was an ex-addict who nearly got her mother killed. The club had killed people. They now worked for a much greater cause, and it was one she agreed with. Saving people, protecting them, and bringing down the scum that hurt them. There was no way she could be angry with that.
She loved the club, even though she wasn’t part of the immediate clique with Anthony, Daisy, Simon, Tabitha, and Miles, Sally as well, kind of Darcy too. Either way, it didn’t matter. They just connected, and well, she was kind of sidelined with Markus, which again was fine. More than fine.
She was still a Skull, and she was still part of the team. But she knew she was a little different. Yes, she loved makeup, dressing up and doing her hair, and all those things that made her a “girly-girl,” as her father would call her. However, she still didn’t have any problem handling a gun or killing people.
She did have a problem with Adam. His judgy attitude, and bringing their age gap into the conversation had annoyed her quite a bit. She didn’t give a shit what he did in the past. It didn’t matter to her that he was much older than her, old enough to be her dad, British, and just recently a grumpy old man. She liked him, for the longest time. Actually, she knew in her heart she was in love with him, and he with her. She also had a feeling he would never act on it—never, ever, ever, ever act on it—and that fucking sucked. It made her want to stamp her foot, scream, and throw a temper tantrum all in one, but that was childish. Instead, she glared at him.
He was playing pool with Alex. The two were laughing like they had not a care in the world. She sipped her juice. Along with all of her peers who had decided to take matters into her own hands, she was grounded. Yep, she was still getting grounded in her twenties, which was laughable. She took another swig of her juice, as she felt her blood boiling. She didn’t know why she was getting so angry.
Adam was there, enjoying his game of pool, laughing, and she was there stewing, getting angrier by the second. She had every intention of ignoring him.
There were a lot of men for her to pay attention to, only none of them were like Adam, and that pissed her off. She wanted to scream but instead she simply sat there and drank her juice. Festering.
And then it happened. Adam put down his pool stick and made his way to the bathroom. The same bathroom Anthony had been cleaning not too long ago.
Rachel tried to convince herself she should keep her ass on the chair. She shouldn’t move. She certainly shouldn’t be barging in on Adam’s bathroom break. That would be stupid.
She suddenly put her juice down, then stepped one foot in front of the other, until she found herself in the men’s bathroom. One glance around and she hoped someone would tell her to get her ass out. Of course, no one else was there. And that irritated her.
She tried to reason with herself, that she needed to get her shit together and just leave. Only, the toilet flushed, and any chance of escape was fast disappearing. There was no way she was going to panic. She was going to keep calm, keep her composure. Then Adam stepped right out of the stall.
“Rachel, you do know this is the men’s bathroom,” he said.
How dare he!
“Yes, of course I know, or are you about to give me a lecture about a time people never went in the wrong bathroom?” She had no idea what she was saying.
“A lecture?”
“Yeah, that is what you do now, right? You lecture. You tell us what it was like when you were young, and tell us how we’ve gotten it all wrong, and you’re disappointed.”
“Disappointed?”
“Stop repeating everything I say.” She stamped her foot. “For your information, we did what we thought was right, which is exactly what you would have done. If you so much as say it is not what you would have done, then you are wrong. Yes, we messed up. We hadn’t calculated the risks, and they happened to have known we were coming, but Daisy survived. She is alive, and there are girls who are safe now. I get that what we did was reckless and irresponsible, but I also thought you would appreciate why we did it. We were there, in the thick of it, in high school. We’ve seen what they are like. We saw how much Tabitha changed.”