Broken Deeds MC: Second Generation #1 by Esther E. Schmidt

Author:Esther E. Schmidt [Schmidt, Esther E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-01-11T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

One week later

– BEATRICE –

“Sure,” I grumble. “Why am I not surprised?”

I stare at the coffee maker and take a deep breath. When I woke up alone this morning, I quickly found out Archer didn’t even make it home last night. I’m not surprised since he’s been busy for seven days non-stop.

Ever since the Baton issue added to his workload, he barely has time to see his daughter, let alone spend time with me. I’m not complaining; he’s a busy man with a truckload of responsibilities and I knew it the day I agreed to become his old lady.

But it’s been seven days since we had sex and barely had two days of “normal” before we fell back into a slump. No, it’s more than a slump because I’ve barely seen him for seven freaking days.

And the worst thing? No one has come to me for help when it involves working on Broken Deeds MC business. And from what I’ve heard–when I head into the clubhouse searching for Archer–Ganza is completely swamped with work.

So, not only is Archer avoiding me, everyone else is too. Yes, I’m being petty since I know he’s not avoiding me, but the day I’ve had since I opened my eyes is making me grumpy and feeling sorry for myself.

I mean, stumbling into the bathroom, hitting your toe on the threshold, crashing into the wall–face first–isn’t a ‘good morning sunshine are you ready to kick-ass today’ wake-up call. It’s more like ‘you need more coffee to survive another shitty day’. And then I stumble into the kitchen and guess what? No coffee. No. Freaking. Coffee. How is that even possible?

I hear Queenie and release a deep sigh. Screw everything to hell and back, I need coffee and I’m going to get some right now. Rushing up the stairs I quickly change Queenie, and head downstairs to give her a bottle and rush out the door. Strapping her into the car seat, I get in and drive to the nearest coffeeshop. People shoot glances at me left and right, and I shoot a glare back. What the hell is wrong with everyone today?

It’s me, I know. My mood has blown to shit and I now realize I might have dressed Queenie but I didn’t so much as brush my hair or dress in normal clothes before I went out the door. Whatever; I need coffee to function and that was lacking on this already crappy day.

Thankfully I’m back in my car and take a sip of my espresso while shooting a loving glance at the other cup which contains a caramel latte. Yes, I ordered two different coffees, don’t judge, I need it.

After a few sips I sigh in contentment, feeling a little more human. Glancing in the rearview mirror I notice Queenie has fallen asleep and I now notice my own face. Leaning forward I touch my cheek and wince. Shit. I knew it hurt when I stumbled into the wall but I didn’t think I hurt myself this badly.

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