All Chapters of Hotter Than Hell: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

We're at the table and I've allowed Sofia here to talk to the officers and present her plan. It could actually work. She filled out the paperwork last night while I was cooling my heels in the wind."You lease me the property and I apply for the permits. I'm Latina-a minority and female. I don't have a criminal record. I can scream from here to next year if they refuse me those permits. Do you really give a fuck if my name is on the paperwork?"She lays the papers out on the table."You think they'll give you the permits just because you're Latina?" AJ asks.I bite my lip and let Sofia handle this."Don't get your white boy panties in a wad. There aren't many perks for having brown skin. This just so happens to be one of them. The government thinks Latinas are good at things besides cooking, cleaning, and fucking."AJ raises his hands in surrender. "Not what I meant, but do you mind if I comment that you're damn good at two of those?""All three," I mutter and receive a glare from Sofi

Sofia is in surgery when we arrive at the hospital two hours later. The woman who helped me at the scene is Helen. She's waiting as promised."Sofia's in good hands. They're removing the bullet and have a plastic surgeon available for the damage to her face. Broken jaw and eye socket showed in the x-rays. This guy's good and he'll have her as pretty as she was before."I'm barely following what she says. "You think she'll make it?"She gives me a soft smile. "You said she's a fighter. If she is, she'll pull through.""Did she wake up?""No. They don't think she has head trauma, but they won't count it out until they're sure. The doctor will come out and talk to you when surgery's over. Does she have other family?""No, just the club. We're her family.""Tell the medical staff you're married and they'll give you updates and let you in the room when she's out of recovery. Don't tell anyone I told you that. I'll let the nurses know her husband is here."I want to hug this woman. I'm not a

Gomez was calling. I didn't make it out of Sofia's room and into the hallway in time to take it. I decide to walk to the parking area before calling back. I haven't heard from Moon or Gomez since leaving their home. We have unfinished business and I'm hoping for an update.It's a little after two in the afternoon and sweltering heat rises off the black asphalt. There's a bench under a tree and I head in that direction. I don't bother sitting. I've done enough of that over the past few days.The doctor said they're discharging Sofia in the next few days if she keeps improving. I haven't dwelled on what this will cost. It's the least of my worries right now. I stand in the shade and call Gomez.He answers immediately. "We have her and a little extra baggage. Can you talk?""Yes.""Our guys picked Pauline up in Casa Grande. One of her dealers up north pointed them in the right direction after a small amount of persuasion. They found her in a trailer with two men. Strange thing is they tho

Today is Sofia's first ultrasound and I can't help remembering the last day I had with Savannah. This is bittersweet and Sofia understands.Dr. Andreas walks in the room and takes a seat by Sofia. She's an older Latina doctor in her sixties and Sofia loves her. She wanted a doctor who would be accepting of our lifestyle. I wasn't happy when the doctor said Sofia could ride on the back of my bike with a helmet for as long as she was comfortable. No, not happy at all.The club took a ride last weekend to Flagstaff and I was a wreck the entire time. Sofia laughed when I cussed out a driver for moving too close to our ass before passing. It was an old woman, and someone needed to report her so she has her eyes re-examined.The doctor places clear jell on the ultrasound wand before placing it on Sofia's belly.Sofia laughs and says, "It's cold."I smile, lean down, and kiss her cheek. "Buck up, princess."We watch the picture on the screen as the doctor moves the wand around to locate the b

Shelby's sigh is half strangled cat this time. "I don't want bail," she grinds out with the stubborn set to her jaw returning. "I'm not leaving this delightful Disneyesque establishment." She gestures around with a sweep of her arms. "I just need you to let Daisy out and feed him. If you do, I'll owe you a favor."A favor. That's priceless. I look at her. She's dressed in jean shorts more conservative than any prostitute wears and a rainbow tank top that shows off her well-endowed breasts. White deck shoes do nothing to detract from her long legs. This outfit does not scream sex for hire but maybe some men have a thing for the yuppie look. Hell, I'm aging myself. She's one of the gen Ys and thinks a quick smile and large eye blinks will make me fall in line. I disregard how strange it is to see her without crazy scarves and crazier hats. Booking removes those items during processing. Right now she looks almost normal instead of a hippy reject. "Sorry, honey, I don't need one of your fa