Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“It’s not porn. It’s business,” he says dryly.
Bear is constantly dealing with business. If it weren’t for him, this place would probably collapse. He’s old school and rose through the ranks during my father’s era, when Tyler’s dad was the club president. Tyler was too young to take the baton at the time, and Bear knew it, but brothers like tradition and loyalty. Tyler had been raised to take over the club, it was just…no one had expected it to happen so soon.
A sudden sound screeches from a machine on a small table beside the bed. I mimic the sound involuntarily, gripping my chest and almost falling off the mattress. A smile curls my lips as Bear’s deep chuckle reverberates through the room. “Sorry, Rogue. It’s a printer, not a bomb.” Lights begin flickering from the machine. After a couple of seconds, it spits out what looks like photographs. “Pass them over, will ya?” He turns back to his computer and taps on the keyboard.
“Who are they?” I hand over the first couple of images of a group of men standing outside what looks like a bar.
“Kings of Sin members,” he grunts, disdain coloring his tone. My stomach knots at the mention of my father’s killers. A buzzing beginning behind my eyes.
“Why?” I ask, blowing out a shaky breath staring down at the images.
He takes them from me, then jerks his chin toward the printer as it deposits more pictures into the tray. “We need to know the members and their ranks. I keep a record.”
That’s smart.
“Their president was killed last night,” he says with a somber grunt. My head whips up. I feel the erratic pounding of my heart in every vein. Tyler didn’t mention anything about it. Why didn’t he tell me?
“Us?” I ask, a tremor snaking over my skin. The buzz behind my eyes turning to a thump.
“No,” he states, his voice hard, shutting my brain down before it can even run with the possibility or the repercussions if one of ours had killed their president.
The Kings of Sin have grown exponentially over the last decade. Compared to us, they have more chapters, wealth, and connections. To make a move on their president would be suicide. The rift between our clubs will always be there—there’s too much pain to wash away—but there haven’t been any violent attacks in years.
“Rogue, don’t start overthinking,” he warns, jabbing a finger at the printer.
“Oh, right. Sorry,” I say sheepishly, handing him more pictures.
Collecting the next photo, I pause. Heat blossoms in my lower stomach. My pulse skitters. A dark-haired man with a half-hooked smile stares up at me like he’s posing for the camera, as if there’s a secret they share, and goddamn, I want in on it. He’s breathtaking. Too beautiful to be real. The tattoos spiraling up his forearms and the patches covering his leather cut do nothing to harden him—not with that smile.
“Don’t let the pretty face fool you. He’s a stone-cold killer,” Bear informs me, reading my thoughts.
Embarrassment claws up my cheeks. “He’s a King. He could shit gold and have a nine-inch, bent-tipped dick and I’d never touch him.” I shiver as my vagina betrays me, soaking my panties.
Bear scrunches his nose and snatches the picture from me. “Glad to hear it. Because he’s their VP, the club’s his now.”
“I’m a Devil through and through.” I scoot off the bed and stroke a hand through my hair, hoping he doesn’t see how flushed my cheeks are. I’ve never reacted to a man like that before, but I meant what I said. He may as well be made of stone and live on the moon.
I’d never give myself to a King. Ever. “I’m a Devil.” I repeat.
“Damn straight you are. Now, what did you come in here for? I know it wasn’t to help me. Shouldn’t you be getting your beauty sleep, or whatever the fuck you girls do before your weddings?”
The mention of the wedding is like a bucket of ice water dumping over me. “I’m looking for Harley. I thought she may have come here tonight.”
“Haven’t seen her. She hasn’t come through the gate.”
“How do you know?” I cross my arms over my chest.
“It’s my job to know.” He cracks a smile and clicks on the computer mouse. A security camera screen comes up. The front gate is the only place this club has them. When I asked Tyler why, he said, “Cops can’t use anything against you when it’s not there to see.” He’s paranoid.
“She probably went into town and picked a victim for the night. He’ll wake up tomorrow with no wallet and a credit card bill he’ll be paying off until he’s dead.” Bear chortles, rocking his entire frame.
“You’re right. Will you call me if she shows up?” I ask, though it’s more of a statement. Before he answers, I open the door to leave and pull my phone from my pocket. I close Bear’s door behind me and shoot Harley another text.