Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“I have to. If Sting allows it.” She turned her head to look at the president of Iron Tzars. “You’re the president so your say is final, but I respectfully request to be there when you meet my father.”
Roman swore viciously, standing from where he sat in the corner. Wylde smirked.
“Walker, you ever decide she’s not the right girl for you, I want her. She’s a warrior in sheep’s clothing.” Wylde looked like he had a serious case of hero worship.
“You try to take my woman one more time, and I’ll dump your body in the woods somewhere no one will ever find you.”
“Can’t blame a guy for tryin’.” He winked at Blossom. “You get tired of him, come see me, honey. We’ll make a great team.”
She buried her face in my chest and clung to me, but a giggle escaped nonetheless.
Church was a mixture of opinions. No one was for Blossom being there. Sting was told that it didn’t even merit discussion. Not because anyone was afraid she’d betray them. Because our women -- especially someone as gentle as Blossom -- shouldn’t have to deal with shit like was about to go down. Sting had, of course, objected to the verbiage, but he agreed. It was ultimately decided when we were halfway to the meet with Mayor Sleazebag and his pet asshole when Blossom popped her head up from the back of the Bronco and climbed into the back seat. Scared the piss outta Clutch. Which, I admit, was funny as shit.
“You’re in so much trouble, little girl…” Clutch had scowled at her before letting everyone already set up around the area know that we had a stowaway. I’d merely sighed, kind of expecting it. What I wasn’t expecting was for Dog to pop her head up behind Blossom, tongue lolling as she panted happily in the back seat. “You can’t tell me someone didn’t see these two gettin’ in my cage.” Clutch scowled at me. “What the fuck, guys?”
Wylde spoke up. “Did you not hear me when I warned you, bro? I know I warned you.”
“Did not, you little fucker. She was supposed to stay at the clubhouse where it’s safe. Not pop up in a high-stress situation and scare the bejesus outta me!”
“Hey, man. If you’re not up to the dangerous lifestyle of a hardass MC, maybe you need to go join a weekend warrior club.”
The amusement in Wylde’s voice only pissed Clutch off further. “Imma throw you a beatin’, you fucker.”
“Bring it on, old man. I have a gun in my cubby and I know how to use it.”
When we pulled into the field where we’d agreed to meet Winston, I hurried to her, pulling her into my arms and giving her a sound kiss. “Gonna spank your ass later for this, woman.”
“Promise?” She gave me a cheeky grin, but I could see the worry in her eyes.
There were several brothers in various places along the perimeter keeping guard. No one would ambush us, and we’d have help when it was time to dispose of the bodies. Sting was calling the shots, as always, and we were all fitted with earwigs and microphones so there were no mistakes.
Winston got out of a black Lincoln Navigator and stepped forward, carrying a duffle bag, which he dropped once he was a few feet from Brick.
“The agreed-upon sum. Count it if you want.”
Brick glanced at the bag but made no move toward it. “Where’s your muscle?”
“Bruce? He’s around.” Winston grinned. It wasn’t a pleasant smile. “In case you try to double-cross me. Are you Sting?”
Brick snorted. “You honestly think this ranks high enough to bring our president all the way out here? He’s got better shit to do.”
“I want the girl,” Winston said, sticking his chin up. He had a gun in his hand, but he didn’t raise it. Yet.
“Not givin’ you anything until I see Bruce. Ain’t givin’ my only bargaining chip only to get my head blown off.”
“Don’t worry about Bruce. If you follow through with our agreement, he won’t harm you.”
“Sounds to me like he expects us to be afraid of that fucker,” I growled, speaking to Brick but never taking my eyes off Winston. Blossom was solidly behind me, her hand in the waist of my jeans. “We ain’t.”
Winston smiled. “Of course, you’re not. You’d have to know who he is before you’d be scared of him. He hides himself well. Just give me Blossom, and we’ll all go our separate ways.”
Brick sneered at Winston. “Oh, I know who your little lap dog is. Makes his money off terrorizing young women. Big fuckin’ man there, hoss.”
“He’s much more than he seems. Now. Blossom.”
“Don’t got eyes on the fucker yet, Brick.” Wylde had us all wired with communication and kept us informed on the hunt for anyone who wasn’t supposed to be there.