Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“Where the fuck is she? I know she’s here.” I’m just calling their bluff, but this is the bar she’d been at and if my woman is anywhere in this town, this is the place to start.
“Where is she?” I bark out at the bastard who has me doing a fucking double take.
“You can’t come in here acting like you own this place.”
“I’ll buy this place and have it shut the fuck down in a heartbeat if you don’t tell me where she is.”
“You can try, boy, but that shit won’t happen.” This old man stands tall, like he isn’t the least bit intimidated by me. I would be impressed, but since he didn’t tell me he didn’t know who I was talking about, I’m about to kill him.
A gasp echoes through the room, and then someone opens their big mouth.
“Holy fuck, Boss. It’s like looking at you the day we met.”
I look past him at Harley on the steps, and venom fills my heart. I’m going to kill him for sure.
“You put your filthy hands on her, and I’m going to kill your ass like you deserve, you sick fuck,” I roar at my lookalike, charging forward. I go for a swing at him. My men and his do as well.
“Dylan, no,” Harley cries out. Her voice is the only thing that stops me from losing complete control. “He rescued me.”
“Rescued you or not—he’s the monster that gave me life.”
Everyone around the room looks on in pure, stunned awe, but I don’t care. I lunge at the fucking pig again, and he’s too shocked to move, so I deck him in the jaw. He falls back, and then I’m quickly pinned by an asshole with a blade at my throat. My men and his have everyone separated.
“Enough.” Everyone relaxes slightly.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” another biker roars. “I’ll kill you easily. I want answers, and that’s the only reason you’re still breathing. You walked into the wrong place, assaulting one of the best men I’ve ever known.”
“Best men? Ha. He raped my birth mother. He’s a pig,” I spit out with a busted lip. I don’t give a fuck if I bleed all over his floor.
“He would do no such thing,” the asshole who’s pinning me says, followed by several calls of agreement. Of course they would stick up for this asshole.
Taking a seat and wiping the blood from his lip, the sick fuck says, “My boys are right. I wouldn’t do something like that, and I sure as fuck didn’t do anything so fucking twisted.”
“Your boys? You have other sons?” I ask, looking at some of them, wondering if they’re my brothers.
“Not quite.” He looks at the other bikers. He makes quick introductions by pointing to them and saying their names: Boomer, Blade, Cyber.
“Blade. Fitting,” I scoff to myself. I catch a smirk from him, and I still want to punch him in the balls.
“But they’re the closest damn things to sons I’ve ever had.”
“Sam, Get us some drinks. Where the fuck is Doc?” the one who threatened me says.
“I’ll call him,” another one says.
“Now, I’m not sure where the fuck you got the idea that I raped anyone or that I’m your father. As far as I’ve ever known, I never had any living children. You’re not my son, but I have a feeling…” He takes a deep breath several times before continuing. “You are my nephew.”
“What do you mean?” I ask. I can’t shake the emotion from my voice. All of a sudden, I’m a teenage boy again with the pain of my true parentage coming to light.
“I don’t know if you’re my nephew or not, but the resemblance is uncanny.” Our family genes are strong as fuck if it’s true.
“That’s for sure, but there are a fucking ton of people who have doppelgängers. That’s no reason to attack him,” Harley insists. I show a slight bit of remorse, but I can’t say I care that much. He still had my girl.
“When is your birthday?” he asks me.
“June twenty-fifth,” I answer.
“What year?” I pull out my ID and hand it over to him.
Now it’s his turn to get pissed off because he looks just as angry as I was earlier. “Since my brother and I were nearly identical, it’s possible that you took after us. He was two years older than me and married his high school sweetheart. They were always having problems from day one. Frankly, I’m surprised they bothered to marry at all, but they did.”
“Shotgun wedding?” Boomer tosses out.
“No. That’s why it was surprising. There was no need for a rushed wedding.”
“He was working for our father’s company when I’d gone into the military right out of high school, and his wife was pregnant. Seven months into the pregnancy, I got a call from my mother that my brother had been killed in a car accident after leaving his lover’s house. When I came home on an emergency leave for the funeral, she was no longer pregnant and claimed that the affair and his death caused the miscarriage.”