Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“You expect me to sit on my damn ass while I wait for a man who doesn’t even like me—has every reason to hate me and my woman? Not happening,” I growl at both T and Ford.
“You n-need to at least give him a couple of days to f-find a way to get Mom and G-G-Gabby in an area we can reach them easier. He’ll d-do that, Dad.”
I look up at my son. He’s doing so much better. He’s flourishing, and it’s clear that he has complete faith in King. Fuck, I’m not even sure how I feel about the man’s existence. I know none of this is his fault. It lies on my shoulders. Doesn’t make it a damn bit easier to swallow. It makes it worse.
“I want their exact location now. Me, Skull, and our crews will go down there and be in place. The rest of you can follow. If you’re not there in two days, I’ll consider our alliance void. Breaker, make sure the rest of our chapters know where we are and when they need to be there.”
“D-Dad…”
“I’m not cutting you out, T. If you want to be there, ride with us. If not, come with your crew. We’ll give King one day. That will get us settled down there. I’ll take stock of the situation when I’m there, but if you think for one second that I’m going to let my woman stay in those fuckers’ hands, you’ve been away from home too long, T.”
My boy frowns, shakes his head, but answers, “I’m going with you.”
I nod, feeling a bit of relief that he agreed. I wasn’t sure. I turn and look at Ford. The man looks resigned. “You’d be doing the same if the woman was yours or Lyla was involved.”
He nods. “I’ll be in touch.”
I walk away and jump on my bike. We hit the road, and I can’t even enjoy the fact that my two boys are riding side by side, right behind me. My mind is too consumed with gut-wrenching terror. I can barely breathe. I’ve only felt fear like this three times in my life. Once when I thought Nicole was going to die, and then when I thought she was walking away from me when Dom was born. The third was when she left me and took my kids to Tennessee. I knew I wouldn’t let her go, so the fear was different—but just as suffocating. I would have locked her in the clubhouse and refused to let her leave until she submitted if I needed to. Still, I know my woman, and the only time she submits is when she’s taking my dick. Nicole has always been lightning in a bottle. Deadly and combustible, yet beautiful and full of energy.
I’m missing her so badly I ache.
“Hang on, Mama. I’m coming,” I whisper to the wind, praying that somehow, she hears me and knows I’m going to get to her.
I just need her to hold on.
Chapter 3
King
“Where the fuck you going?”
“I’m out of here,” I mutter, slamming shit into my saddlebag.
“You just joined our club. You think you can walk away now? If you do, you’re as stupid as you look.”
I look over at Squaller and barely resist shooting the motherfucker. I hate these assholes. There’s not a one of them worth the air it takes to keep them alive. The only reason I’m here is because I need to find out where they’re holding Nicole and that other girl. It’s not my place to save them. I know that. I didn’t do this to try to become a hero so I can grab Dragon’s attention. I like him about as much as I like Squaller over there. I did it because no woman deserves to be used in the ways that I know these motherfuckers will use them.
Shelby didn’t want me to agree to any of this shit. Then again, these days, Shelby doesn’t want me to breathe around the club. Our relationship hasn’t been good in what feels like forever. I don’t know where it started going wrong, but it did. No one knows—well, outside of Ford. I’ve spoken with him about it. He thinks Shelby just doesn’t like our lifestyle. Maybe that’s it. I don’t honestly know. She hates when I have to do anything for the club, however. She gives me attitude anytime I have to go out of town or spend the night away. Last month, I had to go to Roanoke for three days and two nights. It took me days to talk her into coming with me. That was the beginning of the end—and I have no delusions. Our run together has come to an end. We still talk, but it’s sparingly and I have to push it to have a conversation in the first place.