Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Did you have Miss Dawson for Math?” Tanya asked.
“Yes, I did, and because I couldn’t do simple math in a short time, she made sure the whole class knew about it,” Petal said.
“I wonder if she is still teaching at the old high school. I guess one day I’m going to find out when Leanna goes there. Just watch her try and bad-mouth or say some nasty stuff. I will give her a piece of my mind.”
“Now, that I would pay to see.” She looked toward Tanya and waited. “So, does this mean you’ll give us all another chance and come to Kim’s party?”
Tanya rolled her eyes, then pursed her lips until she finally shrugged. “You know what, why not? Sure, whatever.”
Petal laughed. “You won’t regret it. They’re not a bad bunch to know. Trust me, I say this from experience.”
“I just don’t want my daughter getting hurt. That is all that matters.”
“The club won’t hurt your daughter, or you.”
****
Dirty was not used to the Evil Fuckers MC being on the run. He didn’t know if this was because Daemon had been a lunatic, or Predator was a coward. He knew he could insult them but the truth was, under Daemon, they had been crazy. There was nothing they wouldn’t do. They had no rules, no boundaries, it was what made them one of their scariest enemies.
Running away, going into hiding made no sense to Dirty.
They had checked out Predator’s home, and the piece of shit had been a bad investment. The house was condemned, and there was no point in even striking a match to see it go up in flames. One good windstorm would see the end of it, and if not, at least a good snowstorm.
Either way, they didn’t have anything there, other than some beds, along with used food wrappings. So the Evil Fuckers MC had stayed there long enough to have found Raine.
Fritz had checked all the information on Raine and she’d sold them out for five grand. That was it. The woman didn’t even need the money, and now she was dead because of it. None of the brothers mourned her passing. It was her time to fucking die. Traitors die. There are no second chances.
Glancing across the backyard of the clubhouse, Dirty watched as Petal stood with Tanya, playing her part in being a mediator. The poor kid, Leanna, had been so afraid, but it hadn’t taken long for Rosalie to play with the little girl, and for Kim to win her over with a couple of toys that had been brought for her.
As for the guys, he knew all of them were feeling it. The last little girl they had at the clubhouse had been Hannah, Warden and Kim’s daughter, who had been shot down and killed on Daemon’s order. The shots had been meant for Colt.
Slowly, he watched as Tanya was able to relax, and Leanna began to giggle and play with the doll that Kim picked out.
If Tanya had any doubt about the severity of the situation, the black eyes Kim and Petal still sported was all the evidence she needed. Also, the way Warden was when his wife was present. She had tamed that monster. If anything ever truly happened to Kim, he didn’t want to have to be around to clean up the mess. Warden would be a nightmare, no doubt about it.
Sipping his beer, which would be the only one he had, he couldn’t keep his gaze from Petal. She looked better. She still hadn’t put on all the weight she lost, but he watched as she ate a burger and finished it within a few bites. Her appetite was returning.
“You might need a tissue,” Myth said, coming to stand beside him.
“Shut up.”
“Do you want me to tell Petal she needs to start eating like a lady?”
“You better not,” Dirty said.
Myth chuckled. “We both know if I said anything, she’d kick me in the balls.”
“I do believe that.”
They both stood in silence. Dirty couldn’t take his gaze away from Petal and that fucking bruise. When he got his hands on Predator, if he was able to get there before Warden, he was going to hurt that son of a bitch. There would be nothing left of him. He intended to butcher him.
“Do you think Predator is the key player?” Myth asked.
“No,” Dirty said. “For a man who goes all in with an investment like that house, there is no way he is pulling the strings. Someone else is in charge, but they’re allowing Predator to be seen.”
“Do you think it is someone outside the Evil Fuckers MC?”
“It’s a hunch, but I don’t know. Fritz is doing everything he can to see if there are any links between our enemies and the Evil Fuckers. We’ll see who was willing to help them, and then we pay them a visit. Either way, we cut them off until they have nothing left.”