Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“Fuuuuck,” Gideon groaned, dropping his forehead against my breasts.
His breath was hot against my chest, which didn’t do me any favors when it came to calming down. But I knew from his reaction that nothing else would happen until he took care of whatever the heck his club brother was talking about.
I might’ve only been twelve when my dad went to prison, but I still remembered how things worked in the MC world. If Gideon’s president needed him to do something while he was in Florida, then he didn’t have any choice but to leave. And if I wanted to be his old lady, I needed to show him that I understood what it took to stand by his side.
Pressing my lips against his cheek, I whispered, “Go take care of club business. I’ll be here waiting for you when you’re done.”
7
STORM
Iflicked down my kickstand and shut off my bike’s engine, then swung my leg over the seat to dismount.
“Think you could stop your brooding long enough to get through this meeting?” Viper quipped, earning himself a dark scowl.
“I didn’t think Storm had any other mood than brooding,” said a deep, familiar voice.
Viper and I both looked at the warehouse door we’d parked in front of to see a tall, lean man in worn jeans and an old T-shirt that said, “If you’re in control, you’re not going fast enough.”
He lounged against the entrance, his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face. “Kane,” I greeted my friend, lifting my chin.
Kane was big for a driver, but he was all toned muscle and stellar reflexes. His body knew exactly how to handle any race car he drove without having to think about it. Most people never guessed that he was a millionaire because they couldn’t see beyond his shaggy hair, relaxed style, and easy smile. It was the same reason they never suspected that he was a merciless, lethal motherfucker. And he ran the underground racing world down here like the Mafia ran New York.
But he was as much my brother as Fox or any of the other Iron Rogues. He had helped me keep eyes and ears on Blakely over the years since I didn’t fully trust her dad’s MC.
“How was the reunion?” he asked, his smirk growing, making me want to break his jaw.
“You owe me a grand,” Viper announced, and my gaze whipped around to see him grinning at Kane. “Told you she’d forgive him in less than a day.”
Kane sighed and pushed away from the door, then shoved his hands in his pockets. “Can’t believe you called it.”
“We don’t mess around when it comes to our women.”
“Yeah, but I personally saw how pissed she was when someone mentioned him over the past two years. I really thought it would take him at least a week—”
“You were making bets on me and Blakely?” I snarled, interrupting their banter. There wasn’t a lot of heat behind my irritation, though. It would have made me a fucking hypocrite, considering I’d been in on the betting pools when my other brothers had been going after their old ladies.
Kane shrugged and turned around, walking inside the building without another word. This wasn’t unusual behavior for him. When he was done with something, he moved on, and you either went with or were left behind. I couldn’t fucking wait for the day when he met his woman because the right one was gonna knock him on his ass.
Viper and I followed Kane, walking into the offices that looked out over an extremely large garage where his employees were working on multiple race cars. We ascended a set of stairs that led us to Kane’s office. He walked around his desk and stood facing the window that took up almost the entirety of the back wall. It gave him a view of the entire track below and most of the stadium seating.
“You bring it?” he asked as he pivoted and settled his piercing stare on me, his expression sober.
I pulled a folded sheet of paper from the pocket of my cut and held it up with two fingers before placing it on the desktop.
Kane nodded. “I owe you.”
“Bullshit,” I grunted.
A year ago, Kane had discovered that someone was pushing drugs at his races. Like my MC, he did his best to keep that shit away from his establishments, but it was impossible to keep them out completely, considering the crowds that attended the events. But this time, it was a date rape drug, and he had zero tolerance for that shit.
He’d immediately called Fox, and we’d all been working hard to identify the supplier. But the dealers were too fucking scared of him to talk. Deviant had written a program to go through all of the security footage for the races and detect certain situations that might be a handoff. However, between the Iron Rogues and Kane’s organization, plus the places we owned together, it was a fuck ton of video to get through.