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)
“Lemon,” Rocket sighed. “They’re doing what you wanted. Let them work it out.”
“They don’t seem to be able to, though Leather got the right idea. Kudos to you!” I grinned at Leather. “See if you can get the other dumbasses who don’t want to admit they did anything wrong to fall in line. You do, I’ll give you a cookie.”
Surprisingly, Leather chuckled. “Yes, madam vice president.” He sketched me a two-finger salute and sauntered outside. Falcon gave a dramatic sigh and followed.
Rocket leaned down to murmur next to my ear. “He’s not a bad guy, you know.”
“Yep. I know. I just like fuckin’ with him. Besides, Gina needs this. And I think the guys do too.”
“They do. I’m glad you recognize that. Of course, I’m pretty sure none of them would have voted you in as VP if they hadn’t known you’d have good instincts with us.”
“How’m I doin’?” I gave him a cheeky grin. But… yeah. I was ashamed to admit how much his answer meant to me. When Bear first nominated me for the position I thought he’d lost his mind. Then I thought they were all just fucking with me. It might seem like I was all bluster and it was all a big game to me, but I wanted to succeed at my role here. I wanted to help these guys learn to trust each other with things they’d spent their whole adult lives holding close to the vest, so to speak, and be the asset to Rocket he needed in a mate. I honestly didn’t care if I was VP or not. I did care that what happened with Scarlet and Gina never happened to anyone in Grim Road ever again.
Honestly, I’d been the one to tell the guys what had really happened. I’d seen their expressions and watched as every single one of them tried to process it in the days following. I included the guys in that tragedy. They didn’t need to have that situation happen to them again either. I wasn’t sure any of them had even looked at a club whore since then and, while I tried to stay out of the girls’ business, it wasn’t healthy for the women either.
Rocket smiled down at me with affection and pride. “Brilliantly, baby. Absolutely fuckin’ brilliantly.” He leaned down and took my lips in a searing kiss. I fucking loved the way he kissed and touched me. And the way he fucked me. He could be sweet and tender, but he could also be rough. Brutal even. Always, I loved every blistering second of it.
“Get a room, you two.” Ringo, the club’s enforcer, scrubbed a hand over his face as he plopped down in a chair across from us. “You’re always goin’ at it. It’s disgustingly mushy.”
“You’re just jealous you don’t have an awesome woman like me.” I grinned brightly at him before crawling onto Rocket’s lap and straddling his hips, my back to Ringo.
“Honey, I like you,” Ringo said with a chuckle, “No disrespect to men or events of the past, but if I had a woman like you, I’d probably just put a bullet in my Goddamned head and put myself out of my misery.”
“That was cold, man,” Spike muttered as he entered the room. He’d been in his share of trouble lately, but he’d come around. Mostly.
I looked over my shoulder at Ringo, raising an eyebrow. The other man raised his hands in surrender. “I said I meant no disrespect.”
“Yet you still managed to.” I’d learned through the grapevine that Ringo and Claw had been tight. Claw, Scarlet’s father, had killed himself after learning how badly he’d misjudged Hammer. Scarlet had paid the price for Claw’s inattention and it was more than the former VP could take. He had, indeed, put a bullet in his own head.
“That’ll do,” Rocket said, taking over the situation. “It’s done. Have a care next time, Ringo. We ain’t pussies, but there are some things you just don’t say. Claw hadn’t taken care of what should have been precious to him, but he was still Grim.”
“I’m just saying what every other man in this club thinks. Lemon may be VP, but she’s a fuckin’ handful.”
“That I am. And I own the shit. You’re a bastard. You need to own your shit.” I made my voice as hard as Rocket could at times. “The only reason I know the truth about Claw was because I was there the night he killed himself. I also know what he put Scarlet through. Scarlet, however, is my best friend. She has regrets about that night that I try to convince her she shouldn’t, but the fact remains Claw was her father. Until Hammer took over her life, Claw treated Scarlet decently. I have no idea if Claw truly loved Scarlet or not, but I know she loved him. So shut your fuckin’ mouth.” I didn’t list a consequence because the thought of my displeasure should be enough for any motherfucker. I could -- and would -- make his life a living fucking nightmare if necessary.