Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 113353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Luckily, only his brothers were there. The women were told to find something else to do and not told why, even when they asked.
They’d find out soon enough.
Trip and Judge didn’t want the women stepping in, which might have happened. The ol’ ladies could get mad all they wanted after the fact. Once the deed was done.
They had taken Daisy and Dyna into town to get Cassie’s hell-on-wheels some ice cream. And Ry was sent to Crazy Pete’s to help the prospects with the bar so Dodge could be here with the rest of their brothers. Ry’s father didn’t want him witnessing the shit Judge had been forced to do.
Someone was supposed to record it to show the current prospects and future recruits what the price could be for not following the club rules and by-laws.
Cage knew Judge wasn’t happy about having to dole out the punishment. But then, Judge held the position of sergeant at arms, so it was his job to do it. No one else’s.
He might not like it, but he did it.
His father, Ox, had done so much fucking worse. Cage doubted that fact made it any easier for the big man.
Cage hadn’t always been a fan of Judge, but he respected him. Like Cage, the man hadn’t pussed out on what needed done.
“We good now?” Cage asked Trip. The Fury prez had stepped forward from the large half circle of men who stood shoulder-to-shoulder.
The prez’s mouth was tight when he nodded. “Yeah, we’re good. Now we can discuss the rest of the shit we need to discuss.”
Cage couldn’t nod his head without his brains falling out, so he just blinked in agreement.
Yeah, that was what they needed to do next. Figure out where he and Dyna would live. How they would survive.
Decide how they were all moving on from there.
This week had been the most goddamn humbling week in his fucking life. He hoped to fuck he never had a week like this again. But at least he could look every one of his brothers directly in the eye because he hadn’t pussed out and had taken the beating doled out to him.
He didn’t just do it to keep his colors.
He did it for his daughter.
A husky female voice was heard from behind the solid wall of his Fury brothers. “I assume he’s the stupid ass who knocked up one of the Amish women?”
A few of his brothers stepped aside to let the woman through, her sunglass-covered eyes landing on Cage. She appeared to assess his condition from head to toe before those dark lenses pointed at Trip for only a second, finally landed on Judge and stuck there.
Her lips became an angry slash as she noticed what Judge still held in his fist. She jerked her chin toward Cage. “You do that damage?”
Judge’s nostrils flared enough to be visible and he grunted out a, “Yeah.”
“We’ll talk about that later,” she said matter-of-factly and turned to Deacon. “You let him do that shit?”
Deacon’s mouth opened but before he could answer, she shook her head and said, “We’ll also talk about that later,” to him, too.
If Cage could grin at that moment, he would.
She was fucking tall with legs that wouldn’t quit. Her brown hair was loose and long, a few soft waves framing her face. But her jaw was popping.
Someone wasn’t happy to be there.
Not at all.
“Jemma,” Rook whispered next to him, just loud enough for him to hear. Cage didn’t remember much about her since they both had been so young. Rook probably remembered her better since he was four years older than Cage.
“You’re shittin’ me,” Rev whispered, still standing on his other side, helping hold him up. “That’s Judge’s baby sister?”
Cage was thinking the same. His gaze slid from Judge to Jemma. How did such a good-looking woman come out of Ox? Did Trixie cheat on her ol’ man? He wouldn’t be surprised if she did. But her endless legs could only come from the Original, not Trixie, since the woman had been on the smaller side. At least height-wise.
“Move him over to one of the tables under that pavilion there so I can check him to make sure he doesn’t have a concussion or anything worse.”
He winced when his eyebrows began to rise at her simply walking into the midst of a group of bikers and taking charge.
As Rev and Rook began to assist him toward the pavilion, he heard Trip say, “We’re done here. You all go where you need to be. ‘Cept for the exec committee. Soon as Jemma’s done checkin’ Cage out, need to do a sit down and figure out the rest of his shit. Not upstairs. Down in The Barn since I doubt he can climb stairs right now. Plus, someone’s gonna need a fuckin’ shot or two.”