Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Wraith had been serving in the Air Force when he patched, working as an EOD (Explosive Ordnance Disposal) tech. He’d retired a few years ago and now owned a security company.
“The second you know something,” I snarled at Whiskey before storming back into Dahlia’s room. She looked paler than usual, making her sexy freckles stand out in stark contrast against her creamy skin. There was a bandage on her left temple, and just the sight of it had anger bubbling inside me again. But I shoved my fury aside and shuffled over to sit beside her on the bed.
A little while later, Dahlia’s eyes fluttered, and she whimpered, “Kye?”
“I’m here, baby.”
She looked up at me, her expression frightened and confused. “What happened?”
“A bomb was planted in my truck. It went off when I unlocked it with the remote.” I recapped what the doctors had said, trying to sound calm while I was a raging ball of fury on the inside. “They want to keep you overnight for observation”—I held up my hand when she opened her mouth, ostensibly to argue with me—“but Blade will handle it. We’ll take you home, and he can monitor you there.”
What I didn’t tell her was that I wouldn’t be able to breathe until she was safely locked in the compound. Especially since I needed to know that she would be protected because the second we located the motherfucker who’d hurt her, I was gonna put them in the ground.
It took a couple of hours to get the discharge straightened out, then Jake pulled up in one of the club’s big, seven-seater, armored SUVs. We’d occasionally needed them for a run—depending on the item being transported and where it was being delivered.
Whiskey took shotgun while Mav and Molly climbed into the back, then Blade, Dahlia, and I took the middle row. I held her hand with my fingers resting over her pulse—the steady beat was the only thing keeping me calm.
When we arrived at the compound, I carried Dahlia to our room and tried to shut everyone out. However, Molly shoved her way past me, and I gritted my teeth while giving her exactly ten minutes to fuss over her sister.
“Okay, princess,” Maverick said, walking toward his old lady while eyeing me like I was a ticking time bomb—no pun intended. “Dahlia needs to rest and spend some alone time with her man.” Molly sputtered in protest, but Mav hurried her from the room.
Before I could do anything, there was a knock on the door.
“It’s Blade. Brought pain meds for your girl.”
“Hang tight, baby,” I told Dahlia before stalking out of the bedroom and across the living room to open the door.
I stepped back to let Blade enter, then quickly shut the door before anyone took it as an invitation to visit.
“I’m gonna give her a shot for her pain,” Blade explained as we moved toward the bedroom. “You can give her one of these pills every six hours if needed.”
I took the bag he handed me and set it on the dresser, my body filled with dread as I asked, “What if she’s pregnant? They said at the hospital that it was too soon to tell, even with a blood test.”
“It’s safe for her to take,” he confirmed. “Wasn’t gonna give your woman anything that could do harm to a baby when I know you’ve been trying to knock her up.”
“Thanks, man.”
“Dahlia,” Blade said softly as he padded over to her.
She blinked and struggled to sit up when she spotted my brother.
“Don’t sit up,” he urged before I could make the demand myself. “I need to check your vitals, then I’ll give you meds and let you rest.”
My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see a text from Deviant. He had information, and while I knew I should step out since it was club business, I couldn’t bring myself to leave Dahlia alone with Blade even though I trusted my club brother completely.
I walked to a corner by a window and called Deviant. “What did you find?”
“I’m sending you a picture. Let me know if you can ID the guy.”
When the message came through, I was surprised my phone didn’t crack from my crushing grip. I didn’t recognize the man in the photo, but it was apparent he was planting the bomb in my truck.
“Who the fuck is it?” I snarled.
“Some lowlife from a drug gang in Nashville. I already sent a couple of prospects out to grab him.”
“You didn’t think to run that by me first?” I was shocked that Deviant went around me and sent someone else to do my job. Dahlia was mine, which meant it was my right to track down the person who hurt her and make him suffer.
“He isn’t the one you want to hunt, Prez. It’s the man who paid for the materials and transferred five grand into the lackey’s bank account who you’re really gonna want to take down.”