Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Shit,” he hissed, standing up and walking to the door.
He opened it, then immediately shut it again with a slam.
“Get my cuffs,” he ordered.
I got them and tossed them to him.
He caught them and slipped both onto one hand, treating the metal as if they were brass knuckles rather than a set of handcuffs.
Then all hell broke loose.
Chapter 5
Gagging during a blowjob means the world to a man. It means that you’re choosing his pleasure over oxygen. Trust me, they’re aware of the sacrifice.
-The way to a man’s heart
Ridley
“What’s up, pretty boy?” my brother asked.
I rolled my eyes and sank further into the piece of shit bed that I had been given.
“I’m not so pretty anymore,” I informed him dryly. “You should see how long my beard is. I could compete with Jase from Duck Dynasty right now.”
Wolf chuckled and I heard some metallic banging in the background.
“That’s good to hear,” he chuckled. “You were always too vain.”
I threw a racquet ball against the wall, catching it easily as it bounced back to me.
“How’s my sister?” I asked.
“Pissed,” he said. “She doesn’t understand why you’re in jail.”
No, she wouldn’t.
But then she also didn’t want to hear the truth. She was what one would call a gentle soul. She never saw the worst in people. Never saw the hatred or blackness that surrounded those evil souls.
She would literally give everyone everything she had if she had the chance.
Which was why I did everything I could to ensure no one took advantage of her.
Especially our brother.
Our brother who I hadn’t been able to get into contact with since I’d been in this joint.
“So what’d you learn?” Wolf asked.
Wolf was my best friend.
Literally, out of all the men that were in my club, Wolf was the one that I went to first.
He was always the first one to hear my problems, and I was always the first to hear his.
It was why I was calling him in the first place. I’d tell him the news I’d been able to get today, and leave it up to him to decide whether he shared the information with Kelly or not. Kelly may be posing as a prison guard at times, but I can’t always get information to him.
A high pitched scream signaled Wolf’s son, Nathan, had come into the room, effectively halting any explanation until we could hear again.
“Please go sit down and eat the popsicle at the table, Nate. You’re dripping blue juice all over the white carpet,” Wolf growled in frustration.
Nathan replied, and the sound drifted away, meaning the boy had actually listened.
“That was lucky,” I said to him, trying not to smile.
“The kid is trying my patience, that’s for sure,” Wolf admitted. “I thought terrible twos ended when they were two. He’s fuckin’ five now and still acting like an asshole.”
I snorted.
“I think that’s just because he’s a boy, not because he’s an asshole,” I told him.
Wolf sighed.
“Kid’s just like his father,” Wolf said, sounding kind of happy about that fact.
My heart kicked in my chest, and I held my breath, waiting for more, but it never came.
Wolf and me were alike, not because we were both part of the same club, but because we’d both lost our loves about a month’s time apart.
Wolf had lost more, though.
Around the time he lost his wife and unborn child, he’d also lost his best friend, who happened to be Nathan’s father.
Nathan had almost been taken in the attack as well, and he’d been shot in the face and left for dead.
Miraculously, a SWAT officer from Kilgore, Michael Perez, had saved Nathan’s life.
Nathan definitely had a long road ahead of him, but he would live, which was more than could be said for his biological parents and Wolf’s wife and unborn child.
“Alright,” Wolf said. “Tell me what you found out.”
I outlined what I’d learned today from Tasty, the ex-sergeant at arms for The Coller Gang.
“He finally talked to me,” I said. “Only took him six fuckin’ weeks to do it, but I think I got something worthwhile.”
“Okay, shoot,” he ordered.
My eyes went to my cell as I stared at the guard who was making his evening rounds.
I raised a chin in greeting at Bull, then went back to my phone call, feeling free to talk since the two cells on either side of me were currently empty, their occupants enjoying a time out in the hole for less than virtuous behavior.
They were going to be there for the next week, too, for all the shit they pulled at Christmas when they started a fight in the meeting room.
During the process of protecting whatever innocents I could, I’d inadvertently saved Tasty’s life as well, and the life of his old lady.
The same one who’d tried to get handsy with Freya for taking the family room.
“He said that the president of the Coller Gang, Hanson Coller, will be holding some tryouts later this week, or early next, for a few key positions in his motorcycle gang,” I drawled.