Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
I shove my feet into my panties and follow with my pants as fast as possible. “What’s going on?” I ask, jerking my head toward the open garage door. Movement inside shows a gathering of brothers getting ready to head out somewhere.
“We’re going on a run.” He kicks at a cluster of dirt, and a cloud of dust plumes over his boot.
I cut my eyes to him. “Where?”
“Club business.” He drops his gaze to his boots, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention.
“You said I’m part of this club, so what type of business?” His jaw flexes, gritting his teeth. His eyes briefly close. Something is off. I knew it and should have trusted my instincts.
“Callan,” I snap.
His eyes spring open, and he exhales a defeated sigh.
“We’re going to the Devils’ club.”
I freeze, impaled by his words.
He takes my silence for confusion and elaborates.
“We’re going for Tyler.”
CHAPTER 13
SPILLED BLOOD
“Bastard,” I gasp, forcing air into my lungs. A deadly chill erupts up my spine, dousing all the warmth from moments before. “You were distracting me.” My eyes close, anger swelling inside me.
“I wasn’t distracting you, but I’ll admit I didn’t want you here for this.”
“Here?” Tears well in my eyes. Despite all my strength to hold them at bay, they pave a path down my cheek. “Would you have even told me?”
“Not until after.” The words hit with the impact of a fist to the gut. There’s no apology in his tone, just the brutal, cold killer I know he can be. I stumble away from him.
“After what?” I choke out, already knowing the answer. He was going to kill Tyler and wasn’t even going to tell me it was happening.
He steps toward me, and I shake my head, moving another step back. “Don’t.”
“Rogue, he’s a piece of shit. I want answers from him, and so should you.”
“That’s why you’re bringing him here?” Images of the torture room toward the back of the compound flash before my eyes. Acid churns my stomach.
“Do you not want to ask him why your sister was with him the night she died?”
Yes. No.
“He wouldn’t hurt her, Callan. She was like his sister too.”
“He hurt you.” He jabs a finger toward my jaw. The bruise Tyler left is gone, replaced with the fading marks of Larkin’s assault.
I blanch, shaking my head. “That’s different and you know it. He can be rough, not evil.”
Not to Harley. Not to Harley. Not to Harley.
Holding his hand out, Callan steps forward again, reaching for me.
“Don’t.” I smack his hand away.
“Rogue.” The severe look in his eyes rips me in two.
“No, Callan.” Images of Tyler strapped to that table like that sick bastard, Jarvis, crying out while they puncture him with holes, play through my head.
No. I can’t.
His broad shoulders heave, a hand going to his hip, the other jabbing a finger in my direction. “You know the life, Rogue. You know there’s no way in hell we’re going to let this go. Our pres was meeting with Tyler and ended up in a coma.”
“You know that wasn’t him,” I defend, but my argument sounds ridiculous to my own ears. I know he’s right. Something is off, and we need answers. They deserve answers, but it’s all too…close to home.
“We only know it was Harley who pulled the trigger.” I wipe at my face, hating the water there.
“We don’t know if Tyler planned that, if they were in on it together. Either way, he’ll answer to us,” he says with finality.
“Let me come,” I hedge.
“No.” He shakes his head firmly, walking away from me.
“Let me come,” I repeat, hot on his heels.
“Not happening, Rogue.”
I round his body, halting his departure by placing my hands on his chest. “It makes sense to take me. I can talk our way inside without any bloodshed. There are innocent men there, Callan. Men I care about.”
“We won’t touch Bear.” A twinge of relief sparks then instantly dies.
“And everyone else? There are ol’ ladies at that clubhouse.”
“If the Devils give us Tyler, no one else has to die today.”
A ringing, loud and paralyzing, booms in my ears. “I’m going.”
“Rogue, for fuck’s sake.”
“You either let me come with you or I go alone. Whichever way, I’m going to be there, Callan.” I need to be there.
He clutches both my arms, making me gasp. He tilts my body up toward his face until I have to stand on my tiptoes. “You come as an observer only—unless I instruct otherwise.”
“Okay.” I swallow the brick lodged in my throat.
“If shit turns bad and it comes down to us or them, I’ll kill them all without a second thought and you’ll have to get over that shit because you’re a King now.” His dark eyes flare, matching the warning in his voice. “Whether you want it or not, Rogue, there’s a war coming.” Releasing me, his long strides eat the path to the garage, leaving me rooted to my spot as I try to stop the crack in my chest from splintering further.