Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Since she was here, and I knew my brother was at the club, that likely meant that my parents were at their house, watching the kids.
“She’s got a nasty welt on her back, but she’s okay other than that.”
“And her boss?” Layna asked.
“Concussion. He’s a tough old guy. He’ll be alright too. But he’s safe at the hospital for now.”
“I can’t believe this fuck has gotten his hands on her three times already,” Ferryn said, jaw tight.
“Yeah, he’s not gonna get another chance,” I said, voice tight.
“You have something to go on now?” Hope asked.
“A little something,” I told them.
The kid who’d chased him down, Bryce, said he’d lost the guy after the main parking lot.
And that parking lot had a shit-ton of cameras.
Junior would get me a feed.
Then, hopefully, a direction.
Maybe a plate.
A plate would mean an address.
And then I would finally get this motherfucker.
“Alright. Well, go get him,” Ferryn said, nodding.
“Don’t worry about Lexy. She’s safe with us,” Layna added.
“I know. That’s why I called you guys.”
Plus, I figured she might be more comfortable waking up to the girls all through the house, rather than the guys. Even though, objectively, she might have known the guys better.
“Go on. Go get the asshole,” Ferryn said, giving me a nod, the darkness in her eyes saying she knew what I was going to do. What I had to do. “I could do it,” she said as she followed me to the door, voice low. “Done it hundreds of times before,” she added.
No, I didn’t know anyone else with the kill count like Ferryn had. But that didn’t mean I hadn’t ever taken a life myself.
Sure, this would be a bit more up-close-and-personal than usual. But I was okay with that. That felt right. For what that bastard did to Lexy. For what he wanted to do to her.
“I got this,” I assured her. “But thanks.”
With that, I headed out, making my way to the clubhouse first, wanting weapons and to talk to my brother about my plans. He’d be fine with it. But I did need to run it past him.
Turns out, he was waiting for me just a few feet inside the door. Arms crossed, jaw tight.
He already knew.
Danny, I was sure, had given him the lowdown from my sister, who’d gotten it from me.
“I’m going with you,” he said.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“You have kids at home. You should be with them.”
“Ma and Dad are with them. They’re fine. You need backup.”
“I don’t even know where I’m going. Not yet.”
“And if it turns out you don’t end up at this guy’s house, but a clubhouse for this whole crew? Barely made it out last time.”
“I’ll be prepared this time.”
“This isn’t up for discussion. I’m your president. I’m going. End of story.”
It was useless to fight with Fallon. He was always going to get his way.
“I also called Perish.”
“What? Why? He’s still on parole.”
“Not as of this morning.”
“Christ. Getting him right back into it, huh?” I asked.
“If I want someone watching my back, it’s a guy who could easily be mistaken for a wall,” Fallon said, shrugging.
“I need to see Junior first. Probably got hours of sitting around to do still. I’ll call you when it’s time.”
“Yeah, like I fucking trust you,” he said, smirking, following me as I went to raid our supply of weapons.
By the time we were strapped up, Perish was waiting for us in the common room.
After piling into the club’s SUV, we made our way to Junior’s warehouse apartment where I leaned on the buzzer until he finally let us up.
I felt bad when we walked in to find him still pulling on a shirt, and a bleary-eyed Shale wearing nothing but one of Junior’s tees.
“I’m assuming this is important,” Junior said, exhaling hard.
“She was attacked again,” I told him, watching his posture straighten. “In her studio. One of the kids who was there practicing chased the guy down. Said he lost him after the big parking lot.”
“The big parking lot,” he repeated, already walking toward his desk. “There are cameras everywhere there,” he said.
“Exactly why we’re here.”
“You’re enormous,” Shale declared, and I turned to watch her staring up at Perish. “I mean… Junior is huge. You’re a continent.”
To that, Perish smirked down at her.
“You’re the coffee girl.”
“The coffee girl. Quite the legacy I have. But, yes, I’m the coffee girl. You guys are gonna need some, right?” she asked, already turning to make her way to the kitchen in the open space.
“Oh, hey, bud,” Perish said, making me turn to look at what he was looking at.
And there it was.
A pittie puppy, lazily climbing out of its bed with a long stretch, big yawn and all.
“That’s Lucy,” Shale called. “A gift from Andres Alcazar,” she added, sounding amused by that.
“Hey, girl,” Perish said, dropping to a squat as Lucy walked over to him, tail waggling hard, sniffing him, then falling over on her back for scratches. “You’re the prettiest girl in the world, aren’t you?” he asked, cooing at her in a voice a man who looked like he did shouldn’t be capable of.