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)
I laughed, desperately trying not to shake Katie too much as I did so. Yeah; Katie definitely could do that. She was an absolute terror when she was pissed, but it was one of the things I admired about her. As much as I hated that she would be my ‘old lady’, she would be good for the Black Skulls. If I couldn’t make the Black Skulls into half of what the Bloody Royals were under Holland rule, Katie sure as hell could.
And as much as I hated it, she went through a shoot-out and didn’t even get hysterical about it. She just took the next logical step and fled the scene, not shedding one tear.
She was one hell of a woman.
24
Katie
Travis was out of the hospital after only three days of being there. He refused to stay any longer, which really pissed me off. But it was an argument that I couldn’t win no matter what way that I went about it. He was adamant about leaving.
And now, I was stepping foot into the Black Skulls clubhouse for my very first time. I wasn’t sure what to expect. All clubs were different. Some were clean, some were trashy, and some, you could barely categorize as a clubhouse because it was so shitty.
Everything here was polished though, which really surprised me. I never thought Henry would be a clean freak. There were no stains, no empty cups – nothing. It was just pure cleanliness. I wasn’t complaining, though. I hated it when I went with my dad to other clubs and the clubhouses were trashy. I always snuck out and got a motel room.
“It’s so fucking clean,” I said to Travis once I got done admiring everything.
Travis chuckled. “Trust me; it sure as hell wasn’t when I got here. I made Luke put the members to work scrubbing this place down. We live clean, baby. I refuse to live in a nasty environment.”
I smiled. He was my kind of man. I hated people who liked to live nasty. It disgusted me. Like seriously, how do you have good hygiene when you didn’t even live in a clean environment? The answer to that was way beyond me.
We walked into the room where all of the club members were at. My mouth dropped open. There were so few members left. They dropped numerous people. “Travis, where are the others?” I asked him.
“Dealt with,” he replied simply, leaving the meaning of that to my imagination.
It was a vague answer, but it spoke volumes. You were an idiot if you didn’t know what he was talking about.
“What’s she doing here?” one of the guys spoke up. He had a long beard, and his long hair was tied back into a ponytail. “We don’t allow women in club business.”
“You’ll fucking allow this one,” I spat at him. “Now, shut the hell up. I don’t believe anyone in this room asked for your fucking opinion.”
Travis placed a finger over my lips, and I glared at him. “You can have at his throat later, babe. Right now, I’ve got shit to take care of.”
I rolled my eyes at him and watched as Luke came into the room. Obviously, he’d had Amy stay behind at the hotel. He was going to have to learn quickly that he couldn’t control Amy. Not only was it pissing me off that he was controlling her like that, but she was about to explode with anger and frustration at him, and I knew it. She hated it just as much as I did when people tried to be controlling. If Luke didn’t stop while he was ahead, he was going to find himself having rounds with Amy.
“You all know who I am,” Travis began. He gestured to Luke. “This is Luke Johnson. He’s the VP of the club now. I know how my dad ran it, and I know that this club is fucked up because of people like him. We’re going to make changes, and if anyone here fucking crosses me, I’ll slit your throat, do I make myself clear?”
They all nodded, obviously thinking about the other men that weren’t in our presence. Travis didn’t play games, and he’d gotten that point across quickly. He had a tone to his voice that spoke no arguments and that he wasn’t going to allow for any fuck-ups.
I hated that I was getting turned on right then. This was supposed to be a serious moment.
“This is Katie Holland, my girlfriend,” Travis told them, introducing me. “She’s pregnant with my child. There will be a young one running around here in about seven months. So, prepare yourselves.”
“What are you doing with Katie Holland if you’re cutting all ties with the Bloody Royals?” someone asked.
“I’m cutting ties with the Bloody Royals because it’s not smart to form alliances when you can’t even handle your own shit. This fucking club is a fucking failure right now.” I snorted. Travis cut me a look. I held my hands up in a surrendering gesture. “You all have knocked all business away that you had, and what I have is the only business that we’ve got. I’m having to fix all of this shit, and I don’t have time for anyone else’s. Now, if anyone else fucking speaks again before I’m done, I’m knocking your ass out. I don’t have the patience for the bullshit my dad let you sons of bitches pull.”