Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
How had I ended up here? Why did I have the worst luck in the world? Why wasn’t I more like Pepper? She would have told all of them to go to hell and walked away on her own two feet. Not caring what they said or threatened. My best friend was a force of nature. I was not.
When the death machine I was on pulled out into the pack of other bikers, I closed my eyes, afraid to watch.
My life couldn’t end like this. It just couldn’t. I had things to do. Losing my virginity was at the top of that list. Yes, I had a list. I’d written down my goals the day I turned twenty-one, and I was slowly checking them off said list. I’d moved out of my momma’s house in Stuart, Florida, three months ago and into an apartment in Coral Gables. I was registered to start classes at the University of Miami in a few weeks. I had cut off five inches of my hair; although it was still long, it wasn’t all the way to my waist—the way my momma had wanted it. I even had layers in it now. Something she had frowned upon, but I felt it made me look older, sexier, stylish. I still had ten more things on that list to accomplish, but I wasn’t sure I would see another day. How tragic would that be?
3
Micah
Fucking piece of shit. Canyon Acree.
Five years, I had waited to get back what he’d taken from us, but even more than that, I wanted revenge for what he’d done to my sister. The fucker had been expecting me. His acting sucked. Knowing he had gotten close enough to Pepper to figure out an obstacle infuriated me further. I’d need more protection put on Pepper. She was too damn smart for him, but he had found someone who would work at throwing me a curveball. Someone who wasn’t so smart.
The sight of those amber eyes staring at me in shock, blinking, with that perfect heart-shaped mouth of hers had been like a damn slap in my face. Dolly Dixon was all grown up, and she’d turned into the beauty her youthful features had once promised. Not that it mattered. She was off-limits. Pepper would cut off my balls if I touched her best friend. She’d been protecting Dolly since they had been kids. Pepper was a wildcat that feared nothing, smart, quick-witted, and often terrifying. Dolly was sweet and a touch slow; she smiled easily, and there was a kindness in her eyes that you couldn’t manufacture. It was real. The girl was too fucking easy to manipulate, and Canyon had taken advantage of that, knowing I wouldn’t take him down when he had something so precious to my sister in his possession.
Bastard.
Now, I was faced with explaining this to Pepper without her taking her own gun and hunting down the VP of the Crowns herself. I wasn’t planning on killing Canyon. Just getting the hundred grand he owed The Judgment. If he touched one hair on my sister’s head again or even threatened her, then he was a dead man. I’d kill him myself. There would be no need to take Gage Presley with me to do the job.
The sight of Presley struck fear in any sane man who knew the family—or at least who they were. In the South, there were few people who didn’t know and respect the family and their power. The Southern Mafia was no fucking joke. They killed without flinching. Their relations with the government went all the way to the White House. If one of them was sent for you, it was bad. If it was Presley, then they wanted you dead. Canyon knew that. I’d made my point.
But then he had made his too.
Snarling in disgust, I pulled into the gates surrounding the club, also known as The Sanctuary. I was the vice president of The Judgment MC. The only one I answered to was Liam Walsh, the president. He wasn’t here though. He rarely was these days. He spent most of his time north of here, near his daughter and grandson. They were the reason we had the power of the family on our side.
Liam’s daughter had married Blaise Hughes, the current boss of the Southern Mafia. For a man who was also known as the Devil, he would move heaven and earth for his wife and son. The connection had made The Judgment the most feared and respected MC in the South.
I cut the engine once I was parked and got off my bike. I had shit to figure out, but first, I needed to hand Dolly off to someone. It wasn’t like I had time to deal with her. She appeared to have more sass to her than I remembered, and listening to a woman bitch right now wasn’t on my agenda. First, I had Dylan—a stripper at one of the five adult clubs The Judgment owned—waiting in my room to suck my dick and get the edge off. I’d call Liam after that. He would have to approve me sending more protection over to cover Pepper until this was handled with Canyon.