Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
No one would take his patch and if his dad needed a dick to marry this woman, then that was exactly what Colt would be.
“Fine,” Colt said.
“You may go. Daemon will arrive in ten minutes. Tell the club to be on alert.”
Colt nodded, left his father’s office, and headed out. Several of the club looked toward him and he lifted his finger in the air, spinning it around, a signal they all knew, and would pass along the message better than any text.
They never knew who was reading their messages, so only necessary texts were sent, nothing that would point the finger at any wrongdoing. Heading toward the bar, he slapped his hand on the counter. Rooster was serving tonight. Normally they had a couple of prospects but they’d been sent away for the day and now he knew why.
Their prospects were viewed as weak and it was up to the club to make them strong. Until they got inside their heads and tested their very fucking being, they were not to be trusted. They had to prove themselves time and time again. It wasn’t easy.
Colt had been there, sometimes close to shitting himself, but he’d never backed down. He’d always done what needed to be done.
“You look fucking cheery,” Rooster said.
He picked up the shot of whiskey and downed it in one gulp. It was the only thing that would keep him sane for the next few hours.
“Another.”
“What the man asked for.” Rooster was about to pour another shot when Kim’s hand came over the glass.
“Enough.”
“Mom, come on.”
“You’re not going to meet this woman drunk and be an embarrassment to me or the club. You can drown your sorrows after they leave, not before.”
Rooster left him alone and he turned to his mother.
Kim was a force to be reckoned with. Life at the club hadn’t always been easy. He knew that. She fought hard for where she was right now and she was finally happy. His parents were both happy. Their life hadn’t been easy. Colt knew this.
“I’m surprised you’re happy with this.”
“Colt, I mean it. Enough.”
There was a sudden whistle, alerting them to the approaching Evil Fuckers MC.
“I guess it’s showtime.”
Kim looked at him and shook her head.
Colt watched as his father came out of his office and for a split second, he was pretty sure he saw rage in his eyes. There was no time to ask questions. Following behind his father and mother, he and several of the men walked out. A show of force.
They waited.
It was dark out and they had put on the lights to illuminate the parking lot.
He spotted Daemon up front, but there was no one with him. Colt adjusted to the darkness and then he heard the feminine grunt and saw as a mass of brown hair seemed to land on the floor, to which she gave a wince.
“Get up,” Daemon said.
The woman, whoever she was, flicked her hair back and glared up at him, but then stood.
Okay, this was a surprise.
The woman wore … dungarees. She looked like she had stepped right out of the nineties. Dungarees as well as shirt underneath that went all the way around her neck. Not what he was expecting. She also wore a pair of glasses, which she pushed up her nose.
No one offered to help her up, nor did she ask for help. She got up and then winced as Daemon grabbed her arm. As he brought her closer, Colt saw her lip had swollen, and there was a little blood in the corner.
“Daemon,” Warden said.
“Warden, I’d like you to meet my daughter, Gabrielle Barlowe.”
The woman in front of them shook her head. “My name’s Rosalie,” she said. “Gabrielle is my mother.”
Interesting.
Did she even realize in correcting Daemon, she had made him look like a fool? Colt saw the slight tilt of her lips, and he imagined she did realize what she was doing and enjoyed it. There was no love between father and daughter, unless it was a trick.
“Are we conducting business outside, or do you want to continue insulting us, Warden?” Daemon asked.
“By all means, come through to my office.”
Colt watched as Daemon grabbed Rosalie’s arm. She let out a gasp but he saw her hand clench and her teeth grit.
“If this doesn’t go well, he’ll kill her,” one of the Evil Fuckers MC said.
Colt didn’t know who it was, but he waited for people to keep moving. Seeing as he was the groom in this scenario, he should be the first one at the office, but he wanted to hear what people had to say.
“She didn’t wear what he sent. She was supposed to be in a miniskirt and a top that showed her tits off.”
How interesting. He’d heard enough and made his way toward his father’s office, which was now crowded. He noticed his mother had gone to Rosalie’s side and wrapped an arm around her, almost protecting her. Why?