Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Someone better be fucking dying,” I growled as I put the phone on speaker, burying my face back in the pillow.
“Might be if we don’t get a handle on this,” Scorpion said. I opened my gritty eyes, staring at the wall across from me. Sleep wasn’t going to happen—not with that ominous shit he just said. “Mark was going over the security footage from last night and found two guys snooping around the bookstore.”
Well, now I was fucking awake. That woke me up faster than coffee ever could. The thought of Sophia being in danger sent ice running through my veins all while lighting a fire in my gut.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes, anger sliding through my veins like poison, rapidly warming the ice that had just settled there. I didn’t like the idea of someone targeting Sophia or her store. I was protective as fuck of her, and if Scorpion was calling me, it was too serious to ignore.
“Any facial features to identify them?”
“None,” Scorpion told me. I cursed. Of fucking course, it would be difficult. “They covered themselves from head to toe. Didn’t touch anything. Only looked. Seemed like they were making note of security cameras and points of entry.”
Fuck.
“Goddammit,” I swore. I swung my legs over the side of the bed. “We’re riding back early. Might be grumpy as hell when we get home. Warn the others.”
“Will do. Drive safe. I’ll get in touch with Johnston and let him know what’s going on.”
We ended the call. I shrugged my cut on, then cursed when I realized I didn’t bring my boots down with me. Muttering under my breath, I walked out of the room and jogged up the stairs to Trigger’s room. He yanked the door open with a growl when I knocked on it. His brown hair was a mess on the top of his head, and his eyes were clouded with sleep.
“You bleeding out?”
I blinked at the weird question. “What? No,” I snapped. “I need my fucking boots.”
He grumbled something I couldn’t understand and stepped back to let me in. Dom was passed out on the right side of the bed, and Trigger crawled in on the left side, the two girls from last night sandwiched between them.
Lucky fucks. They probably kept them around so they could have round two this morning.
I didn’t do seconds. There was only one woman I wanted seconds and thirds and fourths—however many times she would let me inside of her. And currently, she thought I was nothing more than the scum on the bottom of her shoe.
I snatched up my boots and quietly left his room, shutting his door behind me with a soft click. Sitting on the top step of the stairs, I pulled my boots on and then headed down the stairs, going back down the hall to wake up Halo so he could get the other guys up.
He was already awake when I knocked on his door. “Scorpion called me. Coffee,” he grumbled, moving past me. “I already got the others up.”
I clapped my hand to his shoulder in thanks and then headed to the chapel to see if I could find Johnston. Sure enough, he was sitting at the table, a cup of coffee in one hand as he scrolled through his phone with the other. He looked up when I lightly knocked and entered.
“Scorpion call you?” I asked him.
He nodded once. “That woman mean something to you?” he asked me.
I grunted. Straight to the point. Anything else wasn’t Johnston’s style. “Yeah, but she’s being stubborn as hell.”
He snorted. “The best ones are usually a right pain in your fucking ass.”
“Come again?” his wife, Aaliyah, asked as she poked her head into the chapel, fake sweetness tingeing her tone. Johnston groaned and leaned his head back against his seat, shutting his eyes. I rolled my lips into my mouth to bite back my laugh.
There was only one person in this world who could bring Johnston to heel, and her name was Aaliyah—his wife.
“Woman, don’t start with me. It’s barely eight o’clock,” he grumbled.
She arched a perfect eyebrow at him. “Guess you’ll be using your hand tonight,” she snipped before she left the room, tossing her red hair over her shoulder. I had to fight not to grin or laugh. Johnston had his hands full with her, that was for sure.
“Only person in the world who can get away with that shit,” he muttered, setting his coffee down. He looked at me. “You sure that’s the kind of shit you want to put up with for the rest of your life?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure. We good here?”
He stood to his feet and held his hand out to me. I clasped his hand in mine, firmly shaking it. “We’re good,” he told me. “Keep your ear pinned to the ground. Got a feeling we’re all about to face a shit storm.”