All Chapters of Porter's Reward: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The air conditioner was blasting, and it felt like it was coming off a wave in the arctic. Moaning in satisfaction, I slid back into the comfortable seat and enjoyed it. “Can I talk to Brown?” “Michael?” I sat up to blink wide eyes at him. “Why would you want to?” “Your mother is worried about him. And I don’t like him.” She told him that? What else did she tell him? “Jealousy?” I queried. Half joking. Half curious. “Could be. But more likely I think he’s a creeper.” “That’s valid.” I admitted grudgingly. “In my defense, I didn’t know that when I had a weak moment.” “A few?” He glanced sideways at me. Suggesting it was more than once. He’s right. “A few.” I sighed. “Should’ve called me.” “Think you’d have taken care of it, before you knew all this?” “Know I would’ve.” He was staring out the windshield as he navigated the roads. Not a

With their backs turned it would be hard to tell which was which. Especially between Tim and Kane who were both the most in shape. Kane wore black. Tim wore a brown shirt. They all wore dark pants. But there the similarities ended. Allen, clearly the most outgoing, wore a bright yellow shirt with some graffiti words across the front. Erns wore a shirt the same coppery red shade as his hair, which had the darker tones Kane’s did that kept it from seeming so brassy. “Come on, Brother.” Tim urged. “I been watching the club, least you could do is show up, so dad stops talking about you like you’re the favorite.” “He is the favorite!” Allen said. Erns snorted. “I think I’m the favorite.” “You’re the only one that thinks that.” Tim said with a quirked brow. “You’re nobody’s favorite.” “My wife likes me.” Erns objected. “When she’s not in my bed.” Allen jested throwing an elbow. “I don’t think M

“I don’t know what you mean.” I shook my head. I really didn’t. “You’re really upset because it means you don’t have a safety net.” My gut dropped when she said that aloud. I gave her a bleak look. My eyes narrowing on her. “Don’t you give me that betrayed look, My Girl. I’m only trying to do what’s best for you.” Kane stepped hesitantly into the room to circle around me. “Is that real?” I blinked rapidly at her. But he’d circled around far enough to see my face. “That is what you’re worried about. What do you think would happen if we didn’t work out.” “I’ll be out on my ass.” He snorted. “Not hardly. Even Susan I let stay as long as she needed to, to find a place. My brother ended up finding one for her, to get her out. I wouldn’t just dump you out like that. I’d help you.” “You have no idea what kind of future there might be.” “I think I know you well enough, Angel to know you’re not go

Him saying that was like a punch to the gut. He was asking me if I wanted to stay with him or not. I’d never expected that from him. What do I say to that? He seemed to have a knack for knowing just what to say to knock me off-balance. I shifted in my seat. He parked the car in the dark parking garage and turned to look at me. “It’s going to come down to this, Angel: You’re going to have to make a choice. Do you want to see where things could go if we deepen them, or do you want out?” “If you want out, you don’t need that shitty apartment with the landlord that escaped the Bates Motel.” I glowered at him. “He’s not that bad.” He could be. He is a jerk. He could be a pervert. Kane was blinking at me slowly. “I would help you find another place. Set you up if you want.” “And what would be the cost for that, Sugar Daddy?” I snapped acidly. He blinked at me even mor

I watched what he was doing. Remarking on it. “It was full.” The clip was already loaded until he’d taken a round out only to replace it with another one that looked exactly the same to me. He nodded. “So, why do that?” “Rounds get scratched over time and could cause a misfire. Changing them every so option is just one of the ways of ensuring you have a good round ready when you need it.” I nodded. Not really having any idea what he said but willing to sit on the edge of the bed and watch him, nonetheless. There was something very sexy about the nimble way his hands moved over the firearm and the confidence he had when seating it in the holster along his leg. I doubted I could ever be that confident in anything. “What are you thinking?” He said as he pulled his dark coat out of the closet and shrugged into it. “How sexy you look when you’re getting ready to go be a badass.” I admitted. Pulling one knee up to res