Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“You seem pretty sure, Stitches.” Wylde narrowed his eyes. “You got eyes on Morgue’s girl?”
I couldn’t help it. Everything inside me rebelled at the very thought my brother might want my woman. I never claimed anyone or anything, other than my bike and my guns, as my own. Even my bike was negotiable. But if Stitches had eyes on Dorothy, I’d kill the motherfucker.
“No one’s killin’ no one,” Stitches said, raising his hands. “I don’t have eyes for your girl, Morgue.” Had I said that out loud? “Yeah, man. You did.”
I took a breath, trying to calm myself. “Sorry.” I shook my head to clear it. “Not really.”
Wylde chuckled. “Yeah, I think we all know where you stand with Dorothy. Now. What I’m interested in is why Stitches thinks I’m wrong. When it comes to women, I’m the man.” He tapped his temple. “I know how they think.”
“Don’t listen to him, boys.” The feminine voice came from outside the office. She didn’t enter but kept talking. “He knows jack about women. Which is why he has me.”
“Dani,” Wylde groaned. “You’re gonna ruin my reputation.” The damned man just grinned.
“No, I won’t. Everyone knows better. Besides, you only said that ’cause you saw me pass by.”
“You ain’t wrong, darlin’.”
“Look,” Stitches continued. “Dorothy trusts Morgue. She trusts him to keep her safe and it all started with her knowing he was a straight up killer. I have no doubt that she’ll be OK with anything he has to do here. Her only hang-up will be him leaving her for an extended period of time.”
“Told you. Less than twenty-four hours. If the women stay with her and Blossom lets her keep Sparkle for a while longer, she’ll make it.” I wasn’t budging on this. While we all would do what was necessary, most of the men here would hesitate to hurt women, even if they needed it. “I’ll do what needs doin’, and I won’t let them off easy.”
“They won’t be,” Sting said, straightening where he’d been leaning against the wall. “Are they still at school for the summer, Wylde?”
“Yep. Think they had to be, so it looks like Dorothy is logging in from school. That’s the agreement I found admissions has for her. She’s at school but taking the classes online. The reason is that until she graduates, campus housing is her home. Before that, she had an apartment in Liberty, which is two and a half hours from the University of Kansas. Wasn’t a practical commute and she couldn’t afford an apartment in a college town when she had grants and scholarships to pay for her housing. So all her roomies took some summer classes to keep the ruse going.”
“Good. You’ve got two weeks to move. That gives you time to plan and time to reevaluate if you don’t have a viable plan in place before then.”
“Won’t need that long.”
“I know.” Sting gave me a steady look. “But you’re gonna plan this to the letter with Wylde, then submit it to me. Once I’m satisfied it’s a sound plan, I’ll give you the go ahead. Also, I’ll want to talk with Dorothy before you leave.”
I lifted my chin. “You think I won’t tell her the truth?” It was a challenge -- one I knew better than to issue to Sting.
Instantly, Sting’s mien hardened. “No, as a matter of fact, I don’t. I think you’ll do anything you have to for this kill, even lie to your woman. Which I will not allow,” he snapped. “Tzars is for life, Morgue. She has to be good with this.” He stabbed a finger in my direction. “So you will tell her everything and give her a choice. One she’s gonna have to go over with me and Iris.”
I grumbled but didn’t argue. Mainly because I knew it wouldn’t do any good. “Fine. I’ll go talk with her now. I’ll get Wylde my plan by tonight. I’d like to leave tomorrow.”
“For the love of God,” Brick muttered. “Good luck, Sting. Let me know if you need someone to knock his big ass out.” Brick left with a wave and a shake of his head. “Stubborn bastard,” he muttered on the way out.
Chapter Nine
Dorothy
I didn’t like this situation one bit. “I don’t want you to go,” I said, clinging to Morgue as we lay in the bed together. He’d come back from his meeting with Sting and the rest of his club and had immediately taken me to bed. Which I’d loved. What I hadn’t loved was when he told me he was leaving.
“I have to, baby. One day. Just one day. Maybe less.”
“But can’t someone else do it?”
He was silent for a long moment before he answered, which told me he was at least thinking about it. I had the feeling, though, he wouldn’t change his mind. “Someone could. But it’s my job. Not only is this my job in the club, but it’s never been so important to me to do my job. This is for vengeance.” He tunneled his fingers through my hair and pulled my head back so he could look at me. “Does it bother you that I’m gonna kill those women? And possibly torture them before they die?”