Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Hell, she gave it easily enough. That woman may fight me on everything else, but sex? We agreed on that.
“Katie isn’t one to run her mouth. She may get on my everlasting nerve, but I know that much about her,” Nicholas said. I studied him. For someone who seemed so pissed to see her back home, he was certainly making a lot of points for me to let her stay, and that shit was rubbing me wrong. “Let her stay, and you and your two bodyguards can go back home and forget about her.”
It really wasn’t that easy to forget about mind-blowing sex.
I shook my head. I didn’t particularly like Katie, and yeah, I knew I had women back home ready to fuck at the drop of a hat. But leaving Katie here rubbed me wrong. I may not like the woman, but I didn’t want her dead, and something in my gut told me that these men didn’t want her here.
“No,” I said, my tone letting him know that my answer was absolutely final.
Ryan jogged over to me, interrupting our conversation. “We’ve got a problem,” he said.
I set my bottle of water down and followed him outside. Three cops were sitting at the gate to the clubhouse grounds. Nicholas appeared beside me, crossing his arms over his chest.
I wondered what the Bloody Royals fucking did this time. Biker crews were notorious for their trouble with the law. I would know. I did my stint in prison because of a fucking club.
That reminder left a sour taste in my mouth.
“Something that I can help you with, officers?” Nicholas asked them, his stance and tone showing pure distaste for the cops.
The sheriff stood up straight from his leaning position against the car. “Word has it that Katie Holland has come back,” he said.
Nicholas tensed up next to me. I immediately went on guard. I didn’t need Katie dragging me and my people down with the shit that happened with the Bloody Royals. We weren’t a part of them. I had only come with her to make sure she came back with me, but I’d leave her here in a heartbeat if it was going to put the law on my ass.
“What business do you have with her?” Nicholas asked.
“I would just like to talk to her about the murder of Zachary Taylor.” If I’d been a normal man, I would have blanched at the mention of Katie mixed with murder. But I wasn’t normal. “I just think it’s suspicious that she disappeared the night he was killed.”
I swear, if I had been a dog, my ears would have perked up. Katie Holland was a murderer? Somehow, she didn’t strike me as that kind of person even if she was affiliated with a dangerous motorcycle crew.
“Bullshit,” Nicholas ground out between clenched teeth. “You want to fucking arrest her. You think that she’s a goddamn suspect. Don’t beat around the bush with me, old man.”
It really came as no surprise to me that Katie had trouble with the law. I was guessing that bitchy attitude of hers didn’t make it easy to do illegal shit unnoticed.
“Fuck off, Dewey,” I heard Katie snap from behind me.
I turned around to look at her and felt my dick swell. Her hair was down, and she was wearing black jeans, a black tank top, combat boots, and a leather jacket. To say that she looked fucking hot was an understatement.
“Katie, I need to talk to you,” Sheriff Dewey said. “We can talk in private, or we can talk in front of these . . . delightful men. I know they’re protecting you.” I snorted quietly at that thought. I was doing anything but that. I was just being nosy. “I’ve got five other officers with me, so if anything goes down, know that your boys will go down, too.”
She barked out a laugh and stepped forward. She squared her shoulders back and glared at him right in the eyes. It was even more of a turn on seeing her stand up to him. Every woman I had ever known would have backed right down.
Then again, I had never known another woman like Katie Holland.
“Anything you want to talk to me about, you can say in front of them,” she spat. “I’m not scared of you, and I’m not scared of your officers. Every single one of them has felt what it’s like to cross me—unless you’ve gotten a new one since I’ve been gone.”
Sheriff Dewey clenched his fists, turning red from the anger and frustration of dealing with her. “Fine,” he gritted, obviously not getting what he wanted. “Where were you the night Zachary Taylor was murdered?” he asked her.
She smirked. “I got into a fight and ended up knocked out cold, if you must know,” she lied so easily. It was almost as if she was telling the truth. I was really shocked she hadn’t ratted me out. Apparently, she wasn’t entirely a bitch.