Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Venus didn’t even flinch. “Deal.” She stuck out her hand, expecting me to shake it. I did, but didn’t let go of Lemon.
That was when three members of Grim Road entered the cabin. Bear was first, followed by Knox and Piston. To say the tiny shack was overcrowded was an understatement.
Bear’s gaze went to the two men on the floor before moving to Lemon. “Looks like you took care of things with your usual finesse, Lemon.”
Lemon shrugged. “See me, love me, motherfucker.”
Venus snorted out a laugh before putting a hand on Lemon’s shoulder. “You will be fine. Little sister for me and Millie.”
“What’er we doin’ with that lot?” Piston asked. “Not much left of ‘em. We gettin’ rid of ‘em here?”
“No.” I shook my head, finally able to let Lemon push away from me, but only because I knew she’d never forgive me if I let the other men see her as anything less than an officer in Grim Road.
“We’re takin’ ‘em back to the compound,” Lemon answered. “Venus is coming with us, so I need you to have Byte come here with whatever he needs to scan her for tracking devices.”
“You got it.” Bear nodded, taking out his phone and making the call as he stepped outside.
“You want a cage to take them back to the compound?” Knox indicated the two men on the floor.
“Yep.” I nodded to Venus. “She can ride with you, though she’ll need to be blindfolded.”
“No.” Piston moved and indicated Knox should go. “Get the cage, but that one rides with me.”
“Not sure it’s safe for her to ride blindfolded, even if she ain’t drivin’.” I frowned. What was he playing at?”
“She won’t be. Claimin’ that one. I’ll discuss her patchin’ in once we get all this other shit figured out.”
Venus laughed. “Taking much for granted, are you not?”
Piston leveled a look on her that brooked no argument. “No.”
“Have you said more than two words to her?” Lemon stepped closer to Piston.
“Nope. Don’t change nothin’. She’s still mine.”
“Well, all right then.” Lemon gave Venus a cheeky grin. Even with her face all swollen I could tell she was enjoying this.
Venus looked less than thrilled but wasn’t balking. Likely, she thought she’d get a free look inside our compound before she blazed. Piston was the one who surprised me. The man wasn’t playing. This was happening whether Venus realized it or not.
Chapter Eight
Lemon
The ride back to the clubhouse was painful. Rocket was right. I needed to stop doing this. Which meant I needed to learn self-control. Yeah. I’d have better luck winning the fucking lottery.
We pulled into the compound and up to the clubhouse front door. “Feels like deja vu,” I muttered.
“What?” Rocket looked over his shoulder at me while the others pulled up and parked. “You walking into the clubhouse with blood all over you? Or sporting a swollen face?”
“Ouch. Way to hit a girl’s ego.”
“Come on, sourpuss. Go scare the shit outta the club girls, then you and me gotta have a talk.”
“About me keepin’ my fuckin’ mouth shut?” I looked away and took a deep breath. “You gonna make me resign? I know you can’t have a VP who continually gets herself into trouble.”
He sighed but took my hand. “Come with me, baby. We’ll talk about this upstairs.”
Yeah. He was totally gonna let me down easy. For some strange reason, it made my eyes sting. As a rule, I never cried. Sure, there were times I needed to let off some steam that didn’t seem to want to go any other way, but never in front of others. And not in front of Rocket if he was making me not be vice president. I knew I was shit at this. But I was trying, Goddamnit!
Frustration roiling inside me, my emotions as high as they’d been at any other time in my life, I stepped into the clubhouse with Rocket…
And he was immediately swamped by fucking club whores who managed to dislodge my hand from his and shove me away from Rocket.
I thought I had that shit under control. I thought that, with me not only being VP but sporting Rocket’s property patch, they’d leave us all alone. I’d done my best to avoid them since the incident with Plush when Rocket had brought me home covered in blood the first time. I hadn’t even had to lift a finger. Looked like that was changing.
“So Goddamned sick of this.” My muttered curse caught a few of the girls’ attention. It didn’t escape my notice that Plush wasn’t in the middle of this bunch. Unfortunately there were at least three others. I couldn’t really tell because my stupid eyes chose that moment to tear up. Now I couldn’t see out of either eye.
The way I saw it was this. No matter what happened in the next few minutes, I was fucked. If I left to go have my breakdown, I left Rocket with greedy club whores and I was fucked. If I stayed and started crying, I was doubly fucked. The men wouldn’t want a hormonal, emotional mess being their VP and I wouldn’t blame them. The only option I had was to beat the shit outta someone and quite possibly break some code of conduct I wasn’t aware of by killing someone I shouldn’t and… I was fucked.