Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 118333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Hush put a bottle in my hand. His eyes fell to the new tattoos on my arms. “About fucking time.” He smirked. But I nodded in agreement.
It was about fucking time.
Adelita got pulled into the crowd by the bitches. Her smile was so fucking wide I felt it like a stab to my chest. She made a beeline for Mae, who handed her Charon. Seeing my bitch holding her nephew in her arms fucking destroyed me.
I wanted that. I wanted my kid in Adelita’s arms. I wanted her looking at our kid like she was looking at Charon. Like she could hear my thoughts, she turned around and smiled at me.
I was one lucky fucker.
Styx came beside me, and I saw him looking at his sister with his son. Adelita had gone to his house more and more over the past couple of weeks. Styx didn’t say much to her, but I knew the brother loved having her there. Who the fuck wouldn’t? Like I’d told her, she was easy to love.
Styx put his hands to his mouth and whistled. The yard fell silent and the music cut off. Adelita came over to me when Styx met her eyes and nudged his head in our direction. I shrugged when she looked at me for an explanation. I didn’t have one.
Beauty came out of the doors behind us. I smiled when I saw what was in her hands. Beauty stopped before Adelita. “Beauty . . .” Adelita whispered.
“What you waiting for?” Beauty said. “Try it the fuck on, girl.”
Beauty helped Adelita slip on the leather cut. When it was on, Adelita turned to face me, a huge fucking smile on her face and “Property of Tanner” on her fucking back.
“You like?” Adelita said to me, her red lips hooking up into a smile.
Growling, I smashed my mouth to hers and said, “You’re wearing that tonight in bed. That and nothing fucking else.”
Someone cleared their throat. Luis. “It suits you,” he said to Adelita. The guy always spoke in English to Lita whenever he was around me. She had a fucking good friend in him.
“Thank you, Luis,” Adelita said. Her shoulders sagged. “You sure you have to leave tomorrow?” Luis was heading back to Mexico. Back to his church.
“I have people to serve, Lita. But I’ll be back to see you as much as I can.”
Adelita threaded her arm through his. “Then we need to have a goodbye drink.” I watched her as she disappeared into the crowd, my name on her fucking back. The music came back on, and brothers got back to drinking.
Chavez, Ky, Shadow, AK, and Vike came over to me. AK handed me another beer. Adelita had met with Chavez a couple of times. He’d told her how he fucking hated his old man. The minute she knew that, he had Adelita’s attention. She hated her old man too for what he did to her, to her mama.
“Any news?” Styx signed. Ky spoke for him.
Chavez nodded. “Put feelers out. Had a couple of leads.” His eyes narrowed. “Not sure what the fuck is going on. But we’ll keep chasing it.”
“You need anything. Let us know,” Styx signed.
We were looking for Charley, Adelita’s best friend. We had no fucking idea where she was. But we knew Diego had sent her some-fucking-where. Adelita was happy, but that didn’t stop her crying at night for her best friend who’d disappeared off the face of the earth. I told Styx. He got Chavez and Shadow to look into it. So we were fucking looking into it.
“When we find her, count me the fuck in to get her out of wherever she is.” We all looked to Viking.
“What the fuck for?” Ky asked.
Viking smiled. “That bitch hit me.” I frowned. “At the exchange, when I grabbed her. She fucking punched me in the fucking face.”
“And?” Ky questioned.
“She hit me,” he said like we were all fucking dumb. Viking grabbed his cock through his jeans and smiled. “Been thinking about her ever since.” Fucker whistled and shook his head. “That right hook, that kind of fire in bed . . .” He waggled his eyebrows. “The anaconda won’t be satisfied until he’s tasted her pussy . . . and I’m hoping she slaps me the fuck around in the process too.”
“You get she’s been trafficked or some shit, yeah?” Shadow said.
Vike put his hand on his chest. “I can be sensitive too, Shadow. I’m a man of many talents. A spectrum of emotion.” He held up his hands. “These hands can comfort as well as cause a bitch to squirt.”
“It’s true,” Rudge said, nodding. “I’ve seen it.”
“I don’t even wanna fucking know what that means,” Ky said. “And because of the fucked-up image that’s now in my head, I’m getting drunk. Who’s with me?”
The music lifted in volume, and all the brothers drank. Beau sat in the corner most of the night, just watching. Smiler ended up sitting beside him. Solomon and Samson—the cult survivors—too. They were back to hanging around the club. Always thought they’d make good Hangmen. After the Klan and cartel shit, we could use them.