Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
He drops to the floor on his still working knee with a piercing scream. I dart forward, kicking the gun out of his hand as I yank his head back. “You just made the mistake of your life, motherfucker. No one threatens my woman. No fucks with her or her family. Your death warrant was already signed, but you helped me out by speeding up that timeline.” I punch him in the face before anymore vileness can spew from his face. His head lolls forward as I drop him to the ground.
“Make sure Mongrel was along and get him to the club. I’ll be there shortly. Tell Ford to circle the wagons. We need to lockdown,” I instruct the prospects. I watch one of them, pick him up and throw him over their shoulder as they make their way outside, guns still drawn in case there were eyes on him. I lock the door behind them.
Shelby is crying as the sobs wrack through her body. I can still see the fear rolling off of her in waves.
“You’ve been keeping secrets from me, beautiful,” I tell her, walking towards her. “Why didn’t you tell me that asshole ex is the VP of the BMRRs?”
She frowns, wiping her cheeks. “I didn’t think it was important. I wasn’t seeing him any ore and its not like you’re a member of his club.”
“No, I’m just a member of a club at war with them.”
“War?”
“Yeah babe. War. My little undercover op? That had to do with that pencil dick’s club.”
“Well how was I supposed to know that? You don’t give me specifics,” Shelby argues, throwing her arms out. At least this is a distraction from her fear. I’d much rather have her giving me lip than being afraid.
“Seems like you and I need to talk to each other more.”
“Maybe,” she says, with a slight shrug.
“Get some clothes. We’re going to the club,” I tell her, reaching down to pick up my gun and shoving in the back of my waistband.
“I can’t go to the club.”
“Shelby, you’re going to the club. Even if I have to spank your ass, throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here. Now please get some clothes.”
If I wasn’t too worried about her safety, I’d be taking her on the couch right now with the way her cheeks warm at my promise.
She wrings her hands together. “You know he was lying right?” Her voice is small. I can’t tell she really needed to say it because her lip starts to quiver.
“What?” I ask, freezing in place. She can’t think that of me right?
“He was lying. I didn’t beg him to do any of that. Not ever and I didn’t like it when he choked me,” Shelby says, looking down at the floor. “I was terrified. I hated him. Still do.”
I walk over to her, tilting her chip up so her eyes meet mine. “Babe, do I look stupid?”
“What?” She asks, looking surprised.
“I know you, beautiful. I know your heart and your goodness, and I’ve tasted your sweetness. Do you think I would believe anything that twisted motherfucker with a god complex would tell me?”
“I love you King,” she says, wrapping her arms around my waist as she looks up at me.
“I know that too,” I tell her with a cocky grin.
“You do?”
“No way would you let me fuck you, after all the hell you went through with him.”
“Oh, so romantic,” she says play batting her lashes.
“Give me your lips, Shelbers.” She leans up on her tip toes pushing hers against mine. This woman loves me. We’ve had a hell of a go and she loves me.
That’s all that matters.
Chapter 30
Shelby
“Are you sure you don’t need anything else?” King asks. It’s the fifth time he’s made sure to ask. He’s insistent on making sure we are okay after we all but had to kidnap my grandmother to get to her come along. King doesn’t like her being upset with him, but he knows it’s for the best. Grandma is making him feel bad just to get him to relent.
“I need to get to my restaurant and see what’s going on,” my grandma says, stubbornly. “Then I need to go home.”
“I’m sorry Billie. I need to make sure you’re safe,” King says, softly.
“I knew you were going to be trouble,” she huffs, crossing her arms and sticking her nose in the air as she pretends that he’s not standing right in front of her.
“Grandma, stop. King just cleaned up the mess I made by being an idiot and dating Mason.”
I know that alone would make her happy. She’s been wishing for his karma to hit once she figures out how bad of a guy he was behind closed doors.
“Babe, come here,” King growls, crooking his finger at me.
“What?” I ask.
“Come here.” His deep voice twists my insides, and I can’t help but comply.