Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“Thanks guys,” Shel puffed out, “Just pile them in my car please.”
Jewel hadn’t said anything and was looking kind of green.
“You alright there, Jewel?” he asked while rubbing her back.
Shel looked like she was desperately trying to hold in a laugh.
“Yeah…I think…what?”
Her glazed over eyes looked at him for a moment before she was swept up into Hollywood’s arms. Fuck, what had jewel witnessed that had her almost catatonic. He had a feeling birth wasn’t quite as beautiful as he had pictured it.
The yard finally cleared. They stepped back into the clubhouse and two seconds later his arms were filled with Bianca’s familiar weight, her blonde hair obscuring his vision.
“Hey, beauty.”
Her body was shaking so he pulled her tighter into him. He saw she’d grabbed onto Bones and Digger too. Shit, it was like a flashback to the day they found her.
Chapter fifteen
Digger
Fucking hell! Digger couldn’t believe it had only been half an hour since they’d got back from the run. Duke and Nicole had their triplets, two of their own brothers were hurt, they’d got three dead Riot brothers and four in the outhouses waiting to be questioned and now they had Bianca trembling and clinging to them. He felt like he needed a few hours to sort shit out in his head.
King started walking to their room, Bianca in is arms. He and Bones followed with Bianca’s hands not loosening her grip on theirs. He knew she would have been terrified with all the gunfire. They needed to calm her down and get her settled quickly, Prez wasn’t going to let them linger long; they had to get answers out of the Riot brothers.
He could hear King hushing and talking softly into Bianca’s ear. By the time they got to the room she was down to sniffling. He ran his thumb over her tiny knuckles. She was so delicate yet strong. A lot of shit had been thrown at their woman in a short space of time and she was holding herself together.
“Sit down, angel. We’re all okay.” King reassured her as he sat her on the bed.
Her tear streaked face lifted from his neck. She was so beautiful, even red and puffy. Digger sat next to her and put his arm around her waist, tucking her into the side of his body. She fit perfectly against him and he allowed himself a few seconds to be grateful that they had all got out of this shit unscathed and had an old lady worth fighting for.
“As much as I know you hated what just happened, some good came from it. We’ve got four Riot brothers to question right now. Some of them may be the ones who held you in that fucking cell.” Her big blue eyes looked up at him seeming more confident than moments ago. “Even if they didn’t, at least one of them has got to know about Dane and where he is. We’re closer than ever to ending this and getting Maggie and Brandon back to you.”
Her bottom lip wobbled and she threw herself onto his lap and nearly strangled him with the tight hug she was giving to his neck. He chortled, rubbing her back. She climbed off his lap and jumped into Bones’ arms, wrapping all her limbs around him and then did the same thing to King. Her complexion was much brighter when she finally pulled away.
Bones got her attention and said seriously, “What we need you to do now is stay in here, watch TV or anything else you want to do while we go and get the information we need. Okay?” She nodded, drying the last of her tears. “Be back soon, beauty.”
Bones pressed a hard kiss to her lips and he and King followed suit. He glanced back at her as he closed the door and she blew him a kiss. Fuck, he needed to bury himself inside her and have every inch of Bones and King touch every inch of him. The urge to reconnect in the most primitive way pulled at him; it always did when their lives have been in danger. He knew it was grinding on Bones and King too, but right now they had shit to do.
Prez was sat at the bar with a beer and called them over to him.
“Listen, you three need to keep your fucking heads when we go in there. I’m short Duke, Razor and Slam right now and doubt they’ll be back any time soon. That leaves me and Hollywood; that’s not enough to hold you back if you flip the switch. So, I want to make it fucking crystal clear that if you can’t keep your shit together then you’ll leave. Do anything I don’t like or approve of, there will be consequences. Understand me?”
Digger fucking hated it when Prez gave these little speeches like they weren’t grown fucking men, but he got it. He was club president and it fell to him to keep them all in line. It wasn’t an easy job with all the hot heads in this club.