Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
The look in his eyes when he said those words the first time while he was holding his body above my body… even now I shiver from the power of it. To be loved by this man… to be needed by him… I can’t even describe it.
It’s heady, powerful, and humbling all at once.
Pushing past my lips, Coy’s tongue strokes lovingly against mine before he growls into my mouth, “What else?”
Arms tightening around his neck, I kiss him back, sweeping my own tongue hungrily into his mouth. I’m full, so full of so many intense feelings for him. There’s so much inside me, I can’t contain it.
Feeling like I’ll die if I don’t put it out in the universe and tell him, I moan into his mouth as he starts to rock his hips against me. “I remember I love you so much, I fell in love with you twice.”
Epilogue
Coy
“You feelin’ better now?” I ask Grem.
“Not really,” he grumbles as I help him lift the next dead body up onto the tray to cremate.
“Why the fuck not?” I ask with a smile.
“Because this is like a fuckin’ cycle or something,” he growls at me as we head to the back of Barney the minivan.
“Whatcha mean?” I ask and look at him before we pick up the next body.
“Like every five years, I’m gonna have to see Jude’s ass again,” he says to me as he grabs the arms of the next thumbless body. “And every time he shows up, we gotta get rid of bodies for him.”
“So?” I say as I grab the legs of the body. “You don’t hear me bitchin’.”
“That’s cause you’re as twisted as he is. For fuck’s sake, you’ve got a pair of eyeballs in your office,” he grumbles at me.
“Yeah, well the ol’ lady ain’t too happy about that either,” I say with a laugh.
“What really fucking gets my damn goat,” Grem continues to rant, “I didn’t fucking kill a single one of these motherfuckers! I didn’t get to kill ‘em. I didn’t get to do all the fun shit. No, Gremmy boy’s been fuckin’ wastin’ away! I’m fucking burning bodies and I didn’t get in on any of the action! Even Allie got more fun than me! She ran over two motherfuckers!”
Laughing, I can’t help but feel for the guy. He’s the Sergeant at Arms, and he’s supposed to be the one who causes and does all the mayhem. But he’s been so fucking busy doing all the other shit, he ain’t had time to let off steam.
“Brother, the Scorpions still have a lot of life in ‘em,” I say. “You’ll get a chance to let out your inner Gremlin.”
“I fucking better. This damn bell on my kutte ain’t been helpin’ with my anxieties and shit,” Gremlin says.
That fucking gremlin bell… Fucking thing still gives me the heebie-jeebies. If it really has what he says he has in it…
Fuck.
And he uses duct tape to keep that shit safe. Fucking only Grem would do that.
“Hey Pres,” Poster Boy calls out to get my attention from inside the van.
“Yeah?” I ask.
“This guy’s got both thumbs in here,” he says. “He also has all them Russian tats and shit on him.”
“Shit,” I say as I roll my neck and hear it pop a couple of times. “Fuck it, we’ve paid our debt already.”
“That’s for sure,” Grem says as we load the body onto the tray. “That’s it for this cremator.”
“Yeah,” I say as we push the tray. “Gonna have to use all the cremators tonight, boys.”
Moving the rest of the bodies onto the remaining cremator trays, I’ve got a bad feeling about all this.
The Russians haven’t been in Kentucky before, and why should they? We aren’t a powerhouse state for corruption like the big port city states. But we may have alerted them to our state by killing the stupid fuck Mikhail. If they’re anything like us, they’ll be seeking retribution.
Doesn’t matter if Mikhail was in the wrong, brotherhood looks past that.
Lots of shit’s gonna be changin’ now.
The Scorpions aren’t going to take kindly to us taking out their VP. The Russians aren’t going to be happy we murdered one of their own and sent the body back in pieces. Even with the promised backing of Garden City and the rest of the Royal Bastards Chapters, we’re entering new territory.
Lots of fat has been trimmed from the club in recent years, but I can’t imagine this will be an easy road for us.
As we all know though, we’re country boys, and we know how to take care of our business. We’ll kill every single motherfucker that comes our way. Kill ‘em and send their bodies back just like Mikhail’s.
Heading over to the cooler that Poster Boy so happily brought in, I snatch a beer out of it.
“When’s Hammy’s night happenin’?” I ask Grem.