Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
When I find out the same family that broke me is out doing the same thing all over again, I’m determined to put an end to it. To fix what law enforcement failed at.
I’ll tear their organization down brick by brick.
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1
Tank
Drake arched a brow at me when I finally emerged from my room down the hall. I was exhausted as fuck. I’d spent the past three days on my bike, only stopping long enough to crash in a motel room for a couple of hours each night before hitting the road again. I wanted to be in bed, getting a few more hours of sleep. Uninterrupted, at that.
But River had rung, and I was expected at the table. If he called, I went. It was the way the club worked and the least I owed him after everything he’d done for me. The Sons of Death had been falling apart at the seams not long after River was kicked out of the club for sleeping with Adelaide, who had then been Tristan’s woman at the time but was now River’s wife. And when his club had gotten attacked while he was away from home and he’d found the Sons of Death partially at fault, he thankfully hadn’t turned that hatred on me.
Instead, he’d offered me a patch within his own club, which I took with both hands. I needed to belong somewhere, which was the only reason I hadn’t left the Sons of Death on my own. Belonging somewhere gave me stability. Purpose. Kept me from spiraling. But I knew if I’d remained with the Sons, it would’ve only been a matter of time before my life ended. I was the kind of man who had to have a purpose.
And after Tristan lost his battle to cancer and Jesup took over the Sons of Death… well, the club hadn’t lasted long. They got caught up with the Russians, went to war with us, and their club fell.
The Russians were still at large, but they seemed to be keeping to themselves. I was sure we owed that to Alejandro Garcia, the leader of the Mexican Cartel, who we’d gotten tied up with because of Joey, the President of the Sons of Hell. Joey’s love for Adelaide put us under his protection, which was nice in the grand scheme of things. Gave us an added layer of protection.
“You look like shit,” Drake dryly commented before he took a bite out of the apple in his hand.
“Tired,” I supplied as an answer. “Coffee?”
He grabbed a mug and poured some of the black liquid into the ceramic cup before passing it over to me. I sipped at it, closing my eyes to relish the caffeine hitting my system. This cup would get me through this meeting, at the very least. Hopefully, whatever River was bringing to the table wouldn’t require my immediate attention, and I could go back to sleep after church was over.
Bikes riding onto the lot caught my attention. Drake and I looked at each other, sharing a look of confusion. River emerged from the chapel with Adelaide at his side. Their recently hired nanny, Angel—a forty-year-old woman—ushered their three kids out of the chapel and to the playroom down the hall. Axel, the oldest and their adopted son, glanced my way before looking back where he was being led without a word.
Kid never said much. The older I got, the more I saw psychopathic tendencies in him. And I knew River and Adelaide were picking up on it as well. But they were raising him as normally as they could, teaching him right from wrong, and when he had moments where he wanted to hurt himself—the kid craved pain in a very weird way—they found him outlets so he wouldn’t harm himself.
Jaxon, their middle child, waved at me. “Hey!” he happily called before he disappeared down the hall. I chuckled. Jaxon was a handful—rowdy, wild, and he didn’t have a single fucking fear. He was the polar opposite of his older brother.
The youngest—Treina—was the spitting image of Adelaide with dark hair, her father’s blue eyes, and Adelaide’s fiery temper. For the most part, she was sweet and quiet, preferring to stick with her books, unless someone pissed her off… which was usually Jaxon.
That kid loved pushing her buttons.
The clubhouse doors opened, and Joey strode in, followed by his Vice President, Ink, who was followed by Whiler. And then Alejandro Garcia followed in behind him with his second in command, Miguel.
Fuck.
“Well, there goes any hope of sleep,” I muttered as I grabbed the coffee pot and topped off my mug. Drake snorted.
If River had called them in, then whatever he knew was fucking bad.
“Glad to have you back home,” Adelaide softly told me as she settled on River’s lap. I gave her a small smile before focusing back on River. The door shut, Alejandro finally entering the chapel, and then River cleared his throat, bringing the room to attention.
“One of the girls that works the streets called Adelaide early this morning.” Adelaide had taken to doing her best to help the women in the surrounding cities find safer work. Some refused to leave due to circumstances we weren’t allowed to know, so Adelaide made sure they had a roof over their heads and food in their stomachs, as well as healthcare and birth control to protect them. All one of them had to do was call Adelaide, and she would come to their aid without question or judgment.