Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
When they arrived at our clubhouse, I’d taken one look at Britta with her wavy blond hair, jade-green eyes, and incredible curves and knew she would be mine someday. But despite the fact that she had the body of a woman and had clearly been forced to grow up too fucking fast, she was only sixteen.
She was too fucking young for me. Even if she had been legal, there were still fourteen years between us. But that wasn’t going to stop me when the time came.
I had to ignore the sparks between us and keep my distance until she was of age, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t watch over her. I protected what was mine.
But then the choice was taken away from me.
Fox had made all the arrangements and refused to tell me anything. No matter how many times I petitioned him to give me the details and let me protect her.
Fox didn’t want my presence bringing attention to them or risking that Britta would notice me and blow her cover trying to see me.
His decision was logical, but when it came to Britta, I wasn’t in a rational frame of mind.
I’d always been a laid-back guy. Quick with a smile and a joke, even though I was torn up and broken inside. An incident in my past had left deep wounds, but I kept them to myself and only let the anger and sorrow out when we were interrogating scum or delivering justice to people who didn’t deserve to live.
However, since Fox first denied my request to keep watch over Britta, I’d slowly lost the ability to pretend. The closer I got to her birthday, the fouler my mood was. Every time Fox denied me access to my woman, it got even worse.
Lately, I was basically in a constant state of asshole. I just didn’t have the emotional capacity to give a fuck.
My phone vibrated on the small table next to my bed, and I scowled as I grabbed it. The text was from Fox, telling me we needed to meet about club business in thirty minutes.
I’d lived at the clubhouse the past five years, ever since I’d patched in at twenty-seven. Although, I’d been looking for a new place recently because I wasn’t gonna live here with Britta.
I decided to hurry and get ready so I could hopefully have a few minutes with Prez before everyone else arrived.
Fox was reading a document when I entered, but he lowered it to the desk when I approached.
He took one look at my face and shook his head. “No.”
“She’s eighteen today,” I stated, even though I knew he was perfectly aware of what day it was.
Fox’s eyes narrowed as he leaned back in his chair. “Doesn’t change my answer, Stone.”
The warning was clear in his tone, but my fury and desperation blinded me. “Need to know they’re safe,” I said through gritted teeth.
“I would tell you if they weren’t. And like I’ve said many times, you’ll be my first call when the time is right.”
“Who decides when the time is right?” I growled.
Fox leaned forward, and his eyes hardened, the cold depths clearly showing the ruthless leader we all feared and respected. “You questioning my decisions, citizen?”
I swallowed hard and shook my head.
“Thin fucking ice, Stone. Now sit your ass down and wait for the others. We have shit to deal with.”
I needed this meeting to be over as soon as fucking possible. Before my rage consumed me, and I did something stupid.
“Need your head in the game, Stone,” Fox continued. He handed me a slip of paper with a date, time, and address. “Gonna send Viper with you. You need someone to watch your back.”
Translation: I needed someone to make sure I didn’t lose focus and muck shit up. Fair enough.
I knew he wouldn’t tell me anything else until the others arrived, so I took a deep breath and tried to calm down as I ambled over to a couch and dropped down onto it. The paper crumpled as my hands curled into fists, and I rested them on my thighs.
Maverick was grinning smugly when he and Viper, our tail gunner, walked into the room together. “Molly needed my help with something,” he told Viper.
“Guessing it was the same thing Rhiannon needed help with,” Viper quipped.
“Seriously?” I snapped. “You’re late because you were fu—”
“Don’t finish that sentence, Stone,” Fox interrupted with a scowl. “Unless you want an ass-kicking that would put you in traction for a month.”
I pressed my lips together, holding back the caustic remark that was on the tip of my tongue. Crossing my arms over my chest, I leaned back into the couch.
“You’re being more of an asshole than usual,” Viper observed as he took one of the chairs at a small, round table on the opposite side of Fox’s desk.