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)
James Holland was a ruthless son of a bitch, and he wasn’t afraid to drop bodies.
She set a plate in front of me with a grilled ham and cheese sandwich. “Your people?” she asked. “What do you mean by your people?”
I took a bite out of the sandwich. Cheesy goodness exploded in my mouth, and I took a moment to savor it before I answered her. “My dad’s the president of the Bloody Royals,” I told her, dropping the bomb without care.
The blood drained out of her face, making her go as pale as a ghost. “You’re kidding, right?” she asked me, desperation filling her voice.
I shook my head at her. “I don’t joke about my family.” I really didn’t. Family was the most important thing to anyone involved in the club. At the end of the day, if you didn’t have anything else, you had the Bloody Royals. We were a family, and though I wasn’t a guy, I was a part of their brotherhood. They welcomed me in like one of their own.
Travis came into the kitchen at that moment, his eyes landing on Grace’s pale face almost immediately. “Everything alright, Grace?” he asked her.
My lips twitched with a smirk.
Katie: 1.
Travis: 0.
Her eyes met his, fear lurking in their blue depths. “Travis, I think Luke and Ryan may have made the biggest mistake of their lives—of all of our lives.”
His eyebrows pulled together, confusion evident on his features. “It’s nothing that can’t be fixed.” I almost snorted. “Grace, what’s wrong?”
She ran her hands down her aging face, clearly distressed by what I had told her. She waved her hand in my direction, almost helplessly. “Travis, meet Katie Holland, the daughter of the president of the Bloody Royals.”
Travis didn’t even look at me. He stormed out of the room, and a moment later, I heard him shouting at someone. I finished eating my food, feeling a bit better now that I wasn’t walking on eggshells any longer.
I had nothing to be worried about now.
No one wanted to fuck with the Bloody Royals. And if you screwed with me, you screwed with the entire club.
I walked into what I guessed to be the living room after I finished eating. The olive-skinned guy was sprawled out on the floor, blood running down his face, his eyes swollen and bruising. “Damn you, Ryan!” Travis hollered.
“Bashing his face in won’t solve anything,” I said to Travis as I leaned against the doorjamb of the living room, crossing my arms over my chest.
Travis stormed over to me, grabbing my arm in a grip so tight, I knew it would leave bruises. He yanked me close to him, sending me crashing against his body. I immediately recoiled at the murderous gleam in his eyes. I’d been faced with some terrifying men in my life, but none of them had the look in their eyes that Travis now held in his.
“I’d advise you to watch where the fuck you’re stepping,” Travis sneered down into my face. “I’m a hairsbreadth away from snapping your thin, little neck.” He tightened his grip. I kept my face schooled, not showing my pain, though his grip was so tight, it was cutting off the blood supply in my arm. “Unlike everyone else here, I’m not afraid of James fucking Holland, so get off that fucking pedestal while you can, Katie Holland, before I knock your fucking ass off of it. I run shit around here, and it’ll do you fucking good to remember that.”
With that, he shoved me against the wall and stormed out of the room. I gritted my teeth, glaring after him until he disappeared from my sight. Ryan got off the floor, his bruised, swollen eyes meeting mine.
“Trust me, I’d listen to him,” he warned me. “Travis is a lot more dangerous than your dad.” I scoffed. “Travis has zero tolerance for bikers. This isn’t fucking child’s play, Katie. Travis is not one to fuck with.” He shook his head, wincing. “I don’t think your dad is willing to cross Travis, not even for his own daughter. It’d be in your best interest to resume back to the way you were, or you’ll find that your dad is just a mere princess compared to Travis.”
“Travis is a fucking pussy,” I spat at him.
Ryan smirked at me, even though his jaw was swelling, his lip busted. “I’m just giving you a fair warning, princess.” I glared at him for the name. “You don’t want to cross Travis. You just made your life ten times worse by announcing that you’re Katie Holland. The rest of us may be afraid of you because of who you’re tied to, but Travis hates your dad and every other biker known to man, which includes you. You cross him enough, Holland, and he’ll have your blood on his hands.”