Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
It was silent for a moment, and then the Hispanic man spoke again. "Clean this mess up and lay low. Stay near the club house and don't leave town. Don’t go anywhere without someone else with you, and that goes for the whole club. We've got to get in touch with some people because of your fucking stupidity in case this starts a goddamn war. Roll out boys."
When they pulled off, we went around to the front of the warehouse, and I picked the lock on the door. I slung it open and walked inside. There were not only guns in the warehouse, but cocaine and weed, also. "Holy hell," Drew said as we all looked around the warehouse. "Looks like we're not the only ones running drugs around here."
I reigned in my anger at hearing Drew speak. It wouldn't do good to break Drew's nose here. I didn't want to hear a word out of his mouth right now. I was still fucking pissed off about him kissing Amelia in front of me. I’d love nothing more than to lay his ass out cold on the ground, but I didn’t feel like dragging an unconscious body back to the club house.
"Yeah, I don't think Mom or Dad knew either,” I muttered. “Let's roll. We've got to get back so that I can inform them about this as soon as possible."
Amelia
I was in the garage working on tuning up my bike when Katie walked over to me. "Amelia, I need a favor," she started, handing me a rag to wipe my hands on.
I arched an eyebrow at her, rolling my shoulder where my knife wound was bothering me as I wiped my hands on the grease towel. Katie rarely asked me to do anything, mostly because she didn't want to argue with me about what she wanted me to do. Everyone here knew that I ran by my own agenda, and most of the time, it involved me getting into a lot of trouble, but I always got the job done. I was a risky person to send to do club shit, but I was the most reliable. I was a last resort to both clubs, not because I was bad at what I do, but because they're afraid they'll be burying me six feet under one day.
"What favor would that be?" I asked her, tossing the rag onto the seat of my bike.
"When Cole gets back, he's going to be giving us some information on the ATL. Once I get the information from him, I'm going to give it to you, and I want you to retaliate against the ATL for me. Can you do that?"
My mind trailed off to that ATL bastard and his men. I didn’t want to put myself under their radar anymore, not after what they had done to me last time.
I couldn’t let Katie see my weakness though, and if I showed fear in front of her or anyone else in this club, it would raise suspicions.
And I couldn’t have the club knowing what happened to me. I couldn’t give the ATL what they wanted.
I smirked at her, ignoring the bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I could do this. Retaliation was nothing more than causing trouble. Trouble was my middle name. I started it everywhere and anywhere. I just had to be extra careful and make sure that no ATL member saw me.
God forbid that son of a bitch or his brothers got their hands on me again.
"Sure can,” I told her. “It won't be traced back to the club."
She nodded. "I know. That's why I want you to do it."
I cocked my head to the side, looking at her with curious eyes. There was one thing I was curious about. Retaliation was usually planned by the VPs and the presidents, so why wasn't it being done that way this time?
"Why isn't this being done as a club thing?" I asked her.
She sighed, running her fingers through her blonde hair. "Travis wants to wait to retaliate. He wants them to think we haven't figured out it was them and then do something, but I need those guns back as soon as possible,” she informed me. “Bloody Royals has a run two days from now, and this shipment needs to start getting ready to go tomorrow.” She inclined her head to me. “Get the guns, and then do your thing. I'm counting on you, Amelia."
We shook hands on it. "You've got my word that it'll get it done," I assured her.
Cole had been back for a few hours now, and Katie had given me the information that I needed to retaliate on the ATL. I was planning to leave at midnight. Everyone here would be too wasted to notice that I was leaving.