Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“We don’t, though,” Copper grumbled. “Get to the point.”
I shook my head. “Literally, I’m getting there. Give me a goddamn second.”
Copper grumbled under his breath, but ultimately didn’t say anything more.
“I know her,” Jasper said stiffly.
“I figured you would.” I flipped open the files and passed the pages around, handing out a small dossier of all I was able to grab about the new agent on our tail. I also made sure to include a photo of Jasper and a woman who looked eerily similar to the agent at the end, too.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Hush,” Webber grumbled when he got to the last page. “Again?”
Jasper flipped to the page he was on, then shot me a glare.
I held up my hands. “It would’ve come out anyway. It’s best to just rip the bandage off.”
“When I was dating Bernie, Max hadn’t made it through FBI training yet. It was honestly not lookin’ too good when I left. I had no clue that she’d even made it through,” Jasper grumbled.
“Bernie?” Gunner asked. “Who’s Bernie?”
“Bernie is Max’s twin sister who I dated before I went undercover,” he grumbled darkly. “We broke up, and I never saw either one of them again.”
Well, that was interesting.
I guess I’d hold the true surprise back and let him figure that part out on his own.
He hadn’t just left Bernie and her sister.
He’d left something else, too.
Something he wasn’t going to be happy about.
“So did she end up making it through the training?” Doc asked.
“She didn’t, technically.” I hit the button on the screen to fill it up with photos and timelines. “She wasn’t going to finish. Didn’t finish. But she started working at the local PD with her newfound training, and has been at New Orleans Police Department since Jasper left. They recruited her after he told them to shove it. Because she knows you.”
“Great.” Jasper pinched the bridge of his nose. “Let me guess, she moved here.”
He didn’t have to say who “she” was. I knew.
“She did,” I answered. “Did you think that her twin sister could move hours away and she not move, too?”
Jasper continued with the grumbling.
“Why’d y’all break up?” Webber asked.
When Webber asked something, you usually tried to answer it.
He was the president, and we tried to accommodate him when we could.
This was one of those times that Jasper accommodated him, even though you could tell that he didn’t want to say anything more.
Ever.
“She wanted lots of kids, and I didn’t. End of story.”
“Didn’t want them, or couldn’t have them?” Cutter wondered from his half of the table.
“I can get it up, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Jasper grumbled, shooting Cutter a dark look. “I can also physically have kids. I just don’t fuckin’ want them.”
He wasn’t the only one.
I didn’t want any more myself.
I couldn’t handle that kind of heartache ever again.
I had no clue what Jasper’s reasons were, but it was surprising because he was really good with the kids belonging to the club members.
It was also unfortunate for reasons he didn’t know yet.
Reasons I couldn’t wait to see play out.
I wasn’t an evil person, per se. But I sort of liked seeing other people struggle.
It was nice when it wasn’t just me barely holding my head above water.
“I…”
My phone beeped, and I frowned, looking at the screen.
“What the…”
“What is it?” Webber asked, responding to the alarm in my voice.
“Give me a minute,” I said as I rushed out of church and headed to the front door where the object of my obsession now stood, looking like she’d seen a ghost.
Eleven
If you call me and you talk to people in the background, I’m hanging up.
—Dru to Finnian
DRU
I should’ve never taken the ER shift.
If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have been in the ER when a Truth Teller had come in, his face a mask of shock.
As it should be when the man was missing a leg and an arm.
“Motorcycle wreck,” the paramedic called out as we rushed to the ER trauma room. “We found his leg. That’s on the bus and we’ll grab it for you in a second, but hand’s missing.”
More was said, but I got into a groove, taking vitals, running fluids, and generally trying to help keep the man alive despite his body trying to tell him it was time to go.
At first, I didn’t notice that the big man was a Truth Teller.
I’d only noticed that he was huge, wearing all leather, and wasn’t doing too good.
But then he caught my hand, and I forced myself to look at the man’s face and not all of his injuries.
That’s when my heart literally leaped out of my body.
Because I’d recognized this man.
He and his wife had let me borrow a change of clothes and gotten me a cookie last night.
My entire being just…froze.
For a solid two seconds, when his green eyes met mine, I couldn’t look away.