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)
When we got to the warehouse we were planning to blow up, gunshots immediately rang out. I thanked God we had the cover of darkness as I ducked behind my bike, shooting back when I could. Katie lit something next to me and threw it.
You had to be shitting me.
“Ride out!” she barked. “Fucking go!”
We took off just as the warehouse lit up in flames. We immediately began driving faster, knowing it would be no time at all before the ammo inside caught fire and exploded. We pulled into a gas station a couple of hours later, and I stormed over to Katie. I’d been fuming the entire fucking ride. “Just what in the hell did you throw in there?” I asked her, fearing her answer.
“Grenade,” she said, shrugging her slender shoulders. “Once the cops go through the place and clean it, they’ll probably find evidence that will lead them right back to me. Pretty sure we missed a camera.”
I cursed and thrust my hand through my hair, gritting my teeth. “Jesus Christ, Katie! Just what in the hell were you thinking?!” I roared at her.
She would serve time for this—time no one could get her out of.
“I’m not willing to lose any members, Travis. I’ll go down before I let anyone get injured.” She glared up at me. “That’s what the President of the Bloody Royals does; you know that. You told me you respected that, so you better start showing it.”
Sometimes, I fucking hated her loyalty to her club.
I grabbed her face in my hands. “Katie, I don’t want to see you locked up. Don’t you get that?”
She sighed, leaning up to kiss me. “Travis, you just got out a year ago after spending three years inside again.” She wasn’t wrong. “I managed, and you will manage as well, no matter how many years I get, alright?”
I didn’t answer her. I didn’t like this one bit. I hated that she had made this decision without running it by me. It was completely fucking stupid of her, and now, she was going to get locked away for it.
I watched with Cole as they shoved Katie onto the ground and locked her arms behind her back, cuffing her. I had made Heather and Clayton stay inside. They were still too young for this shit.
“You stupid fucker!” Katie barked at the cop. I swear, it was like when we first met all over again, except this time, it wasn’t Dewey. “I swear, when I get off of this fucking ground, I’m going to kick you in your nuts so fucking hard that they’ll be black for a fucking month,” she snarled. The officer paled.
I softly laughed. She managed to make even the worst situations amusing. Cole sighed. “Dad, how long do you think she’ll be inside for?”
“Probably a few good many years,” I muttered.
When they dragged Katie up, true to her word, she kicked the man in his nuts so hard that it made me groan in pain at the sight. Damn, I had such an abusive wife.
And that would be just another charge added onto the ones they were already charging her with. She had a temper, though, and there was no use in telling her to cool it. She was going to cause hell during her stay in prison.
I walked over to the car after they shoved her into the backseat and kissed her deeply. “I’ll keep things going,” I said softly. “The Bloody Royals will still be the same when you get back.”
She nodded. “Teach him well, Travis,” she said, nodding towards Cole. “He’s in line to take over both of the clubs. Make him half the man that you are, and we’ll be good to go.”
“I’ll make him all that I am and more,” I promised. “Take care of yourself inside, alright? I’ll visit when I can.” I kissed her again. “I love you.”
She leaned her head up to slant her lips across mine one more time. “I love you, too.”
I stepped back and shut the door. I glared at the officer that was standing watch before I turned and grinned at the one still lying on the ground in pain. “I’m guessing no one warned you about Katie’s wrath, eh?” I asked him.
“I thought they were bullshitting me,” he groaned.
I chuckled. Fuckers made that mistake all the time.
Don’t ever try to call my woman’s bluff.
I walked towards Cole. “Let’s go, kid. It’s up to us now until your mom gets out. Prepare yourself for hell.”