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)
She didn’t know how he did it. The man was a machine. He made them stay up until all hours, working, waiting, and serving the club. It was tiring, but there was no stopping it.
Daisy kept doing it, though; she had no choice, even though she was starting to get a little agitated from lack of sleep. They all did the same.
Arriving at the clubhouse, she walked in to find Angel there, waiting with food.
Several of them had already returned from their trips. She looked for Anthony but didn’t see him.
“Hey,” Rachel said.
“Hey.” Daisy dropped into the space beside her friend, and Angel placed a plate of food right in front of her.
Her mother-in-law gripped her shoulder tightly. It was her way of being encouraging, but it didn’t matter. She could handle this. She tried to stifle a yawn, but there was no point in trying.
“Do you know where Anthony is?” There was no point in texting him. Their cell phones had been confiscated. Anything of any pleasure had been taken from them.
“He’s with Lash still,” Rachel said.
Even Rachel’s perky smile had dropped. The other woman looked just as tired as she did. Usually, Rachel had her hair perfectly styled, regardless if it was up in a bun, a twist, or down with curls and ringlets. A light touch of makeup, and she always looked so put together. Now, her hair was frizzy, no makeup, pale, and there were dark circles under her eyes.
“Are you regretting what we did?” Daisy asked, feeling concerned. She didn’t know if Lash was trying to break their resolve, shatter their nerve, or weaken them.
“Fuck, no,” Rachel said. “I’m glad we did what we did. I just wish I had the energy to comb my hair.”
Daisy smiled.
“Don’t laugh.” But there was a smile on her face as well. “Don’t tell anyone, but I’ve not washed it in over a week.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, and trust me, it needs washing.” Rachel lifted up the end. “So much hard work gone to waste.” She took a deep breath. “But it is fine, as it will all be worth it.”
“Why?”
“Well, we’re going to earn our patches back someday. That’s the whole point of this, right? To prove our place once again within the club.”
Daisy nodded. “Yeah, it will all be worth it.”
“But it doesn’t stop me from being so tired.”
She reached out and put a hand on her arm. “We’ll get through it.”
Rachel took hold of her hand, and they just sat there in comfortable silence, but it was silence nonetheless. Daisy pulled her hand away and as she did, the main door swung open and she watched as Anthony stepped in. He didn’t say a word, just looked at her, and she knew she needed to go to their room.
“I’ll see you in a bit, okay?” Daisy asked.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’m just going to sleep until one of those monsters dares to wake me up.”
She didn’t linger, and instead without a word made her way up toward the bedroom she and Anthony shared. Even while they were being woken up early, they still shared a room.
Once inside, she stopped by the bed, and she didn’t have to wait long before Anthony stepped through the door. They hadn’t had sex in a long time, since before she had landed in a coma. They didn’t waste time at night having sex; they slept, wrapped together in each other’s arms. Even though they both loved having sex, it was like an unspoken rule between them—that getting sleep was a little more important.
“Anthony?” she asked.
He flicked the lock on the door and then went to her, cupping her face, tilting her head back, and taking possession of her lips. “I love you,” he said.
“And I love you. What’s going on?”
He paused for a brief second, and then pressed his forehead to hers, and seconds later, his lips were back on hers. The kiss was brief.
“There are girls missing.”
“What?”
“Yeah, Luke’s dad is behind it, but we’ve got to find a way to fix this.”
“This is on us?”
“No, it’s on me.”
“Anthony, you’ve got to stop taking the blame.”
“It’s my fault. I was the one who made the decision to end them. If I hadn’t done that, then ... they might still be alive.”
“Stop it,” Daisy said. “Just stop it. It doesn’t matter, we did what we did, and now we have to fix it.”
He kissed her again. Then again. “I love you.”
She knew it was wrong to want to be with him at a time like this. Running her hands up the front of his shirt, she circled them around his neck, and Anthony was already leading her back. Daisy didn’t fight him as he dropped her down to the bed.
Anthony broke the kiss, but his lips traveled down her body, going down her neck. She wore a button-down shirt and a pair of jeans. It seemed the safest option while they were being punished. It didn’t take him two minutes to pull them from her body and toss them to one side.