I’m not settled. Something is off that I can’t pinpoint. My mom’s health is declining and I’m the worst son imaginable. Life has kicked me more times than I care to admit. Then I met her. She was a smart mouth that sparked my interest. I made it my mission to know more about her. Until she left me.
I was running from everything that happened to me. I wanted a new life. I thought I found it. Keeping my ex at bay was easy with enough money. He left me alone and that worked for me. Until he didn’t. I got myself mixed up with a man that I shouldn’t have. Neo was different and for a minute I thought I could fall for someone like him. Then I learned who he was. And everything changed.
I haven't read all the books in this series but I found myself wanting to know more about the other characters so I may just delve into those books too.
I liked it, I loved the sass in Leesa, she was a woman with backbone and I really enjoyed how Leesa and Neo first met, like a chance meeting, Leesa was pouring rubbish in the dumpster of the club were she worked and Neo was leaving the MC club next door, Lisa gives him grief for stalking her when Neo is only trying to help. It had humour and brought lightness to the read.
As the story progressed I enjoyed it until I didn't and lost respect for Leesa.
When Leesa's past catches up with her putting Neo's elderly mother with Alzheimer's in danger she goes on the run disappearing leaving Neo behind. What I didn't like was Leesa starting work in a sex club having sex with other men and Neo quickly moving on from his heartbreak with club girls, this is after a previous declaration of love? and I just couldn't get me head around it. Take this part of the story out and I would have been content with it but I just ended up annoyed and unhappy with the characters and then didn't care if they found each other again or not but for sure they deserved each other.
You ready for Neo?
“You fucking piece of trash!” She sounds frustrated and it makes me chuckle a little. I pull my cigarette out and light one up as I head in the direction. The clubs are all closing down for the night so I assume she works at the one next to us. “Eww! Don’t fucking touch me!”
I round the corner into the alley and see the girl in question wrestling a garbage bag that’s bigger than she is. I can’t help but laugh. The sound must catch her by surprise because her and that trash bag both fall to the ground. I laugh harder when all I see are her feet sticking out from under the black monstrosity. Strolling over with my cigarette between my lips, I grab the bag and toss it into the dumpster before looking down at her. She looks up at me with narrowed eyes and little pieces of trash sticking to her skin. I hold my hand out and offer her help when she moves on her own. Shoving off the ground, she stands and glares up at me.
“You were just going to stand there and laugh, huh?” she asks crossing her arms over her chest. I retract my hand and pull the cigarette from between my lips, blowing smoke into the air.
“Why are you out here fightin’ a bag that’s bigger than you are?”
“Um, it’s my job?”
“Then you got a shitty boss,” I tell her before turning and walking back out of the alley. I can hear her shoes slapping against the pavement as she follows behind me.
“You should tell him that!” she hollers from behind me. I glance over my shoulder back at her.
“Tell who what?”
“My boss that he sucks. You should tell him that. He needs to know,” she adds with a slight smirk on her face.
I turn to fully face her now wondering what the hell she’s trying to do. I cock my head to the side and study her face. She has the prettiest green eyes that I’ve ever seen and long brown hair. She’s small for being an adult, if she’s even one.
“And why would I do that? ‘Cause you were out here fightin’ a bag?” She shrugs her shoulder and I shake my head turning to walk away.
“Chicken shit,” she says as I walk. I huff out a breath and turn around moving toward her quickly. In seconds I’ve got my hand wrapped around her wrist, dragging her toward the door. She squeals as I pull her in the back door and down the hallway.
“That was a joke, you know!”
I ignore her and continue down the hallway when a man steps out of an office. He looks from me to the girl I’m currently holding onto and back.
“What the hell is this?”
“You her boss?” I ask.
“I think he’s one of those mental hospital escapees I saw on the news,” the girl chimes in as she tries to pull her arm free from my grasp. I almost laugh again.
“What did she do?”
“What the hell? I didn’t do shit, Scot!” she squeals in return.
“Shut up, Leesa. I wasn’t asking you. What did she do?”
Erin M Trejo