Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
At this moment, I feel something I never thought I’d feel in my life.
I feel beautiful.
“Fuck, Gia, I love you.” Those words in Victor’s voice feel like a promise—a vow that I will always be safe with him.
I’ve always known it, but tonight something has shifted inside of me.
“I love you, Victor.”
I say the words so lightly that I’m not sure he hears me, but as we talk for a little longer, we’re at ease with one another and everything feels different. I think I finally believe that one day I can be the woman that Victor needs me to be.
That’s the last thought I have as I fall asleep with a smile on my face.
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I took a quick shower after I hung up with Gia. It had been years—hell decades maybe since I had cum in my bed with my hand wrapped around my cock with no woman in sight. Still, what I just shared with my woman was one of the best things I’ve ever experienced in my life. After drying off and getting dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, I decided to check in to see if I had any new information. I have been hacking into the police station in Phoenix as well as the D.A.’s office. I’ve found nothing. I was just hoping that Ghost would have more luck. I wasn’t holding my breath, though.
I moved through the small hall of the clubhouse. This place was a far cry from the DeLuca compound. I’m pretty sure it used to be an old roadhouse and was made from rough lumber and cinderblocks. It was oddly comfortable, but this place wasn’t my scene. I knew immediately my Gia would hate it. What’s more if she showed up here and saw all the strippers on the poles in the front bar area—along with other members getting off in various ways with what EZ and the others described as club candy—means that my Kitten would lose her cool to find me here. There’s no way she’d make it in this lifestyle. I doubt I would either, because these guys look at women like a dessert bar they’re going to devour. If one of them even tried to look at Gia like that, I’d have to kill the bastard.
The only woman I’ve seen them act half-way respectable around is Liberty, and I am pretty sure they do that because they are afraid of her. The woman has brass balls from everything I can see.
I make it to the computer room, which is filled with computers and huge ass screens. There are eight large, mounted screens that show different camera angles outside that filter through on a timer to show sixteen different views. One thing is for sure, they don’t lax on security for the club. Some of this stuff is more advanced than what DeLuca has. I’ll have to talk with him about that. I notice there are also some gaming stations set up at the far end of the room. Who knew bikers got off on video games? I shrug the thought away as I look at the man behind the biggest computer—a MAC with a huge ass screen—bigger than any I’ve ever seen. It has to be a special-order computer screen that’s not on the market. I’ve never seen a set up like this before I got here, and I know I want one when I get settled into my new office back in Miami.
“Hey Ghost, did we have any luck?” I ask EZ’s resident tech savvy member. He’s got some position here in the MC, but until EZ, I’ve never been around a club to know how it’s set up. I just know that EZ runs it and some guy that even I’d have trouble taking down, called Shadow, is his second in command.
“I keep hitting brick walls,” he responds, mostly grunting.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“No luck?” EZ asks, coming into the tech room.
“Nope. I’m about to give up. I don’t really have anything to go on. There were no street cams, no camera footage at all. There were no neighbors home, and she was mostly isolated. I’m going to go and talk to her neighbor at the time. Her name is listed as Mildred Illas. She still lives in the same house. All reports say that she wasn’t home, but maybe she knows something. The police never interviewed her after they found out she was out of town on a cruise the day the attack happened and for a week after that. I’m hoping against hope that maybe she can help.”
“That sounds like a good plan. When are you heading out? Do you want a couple of us to go with you?” EZ asks.
“I’ll do it in the morning after breakfast. Just one man will be fine. The woman is older. I don’t want to give her a heart attack,” I joke.