Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
He wouldn’t touch her again. She’d made herself plain. Once the weekend was done, she would be with the man who wanted a relationship with her. Not with Sawyer.
And now he had proof right in front of him. Proof he’d been right all along. The Horde wasn’t finished with Wyatt. “I’m afraid time travel isn’t in the cards today. So we have to figure out what our options are.”
“I call my brother and tell him I’ll come home,” Wyatt offered. “I’ll do the job and then we’ll be done.”
“I don’t think it’s going to work. Do you even know his cell now?” If Wayne Kemp hadn’t changed his habits, he would discard his personal phone every couple of weeks.”
“I can call the clubhouse. The number never changes,” Wyatt said resolutely.
“Okay. You can, but I think your brother came into town for a reason.” Wyatt wasn’t thinking straight. He was panicking, and Sawyer needed to bring him back to reality if they were going to get through this without any of the cleaning problems the sheriff had mentioned. “He wants to let you know he can still get to you. Can still get to me.”
“Then I’ll leave,” Wyatt offered.
Sawyer sighed. “And he’ll send in his boys to beat the shit out of me until I tell them where you’ve gone.”
“You won’t know,” Wyatt promised.
“Look, dude, I love a good time as much as the next guy, and while it’s been a while since I got the shit kicked out of me, I’m older now and I don’t think I’ll heal up as well as I used to. So how about we don’t.” He’d hoped to never be touched by this life again, but here he was. Wyatt needed to be reasonable. Unless he was willing to go off the grid and hide, his brother could find him.
Wyatt’s hands came down on the desktop, disrupting the normally orderly desk. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
Sawyer felt for him. Wyatt had done everything he could. He was enjoying the simple life. He should be able to, but fate could fuck a guy over, and this was precisely why he couldn’t have a relationship with Sabrina. She might be mean, but once she saw what their lives could be like at times, she would run the other way. And she would be right to. She should be safe, and she would never be safe with either of them.
Although it wasn’t like he himself had been sticking his fingers into the MC pie recently. He’d gotten out, and Wyatt was his only connection. He’d managed to get a reputation for not allowing criminal shit to happen in his bar. He got a lot of bikers in, but there was a reason outlaw MCs called themselves one percenters. Most motorcycle clubs consisted of dudes who liked riding around with their friends and seeing the country in a way you couldn’t from a car. They were dads and brothers, and lately moms and sisters and businesspeople who thought riding a Harley was a walk on the wild side.
He probably should think about adding champagne to the menu. He’d had a group of women come through a couple of weeks before who’d asked for mimosas.
His clientele was changing.
Sabrina liked mimosas.
“He’s threatening you.” Wyatt was staring at the card. “It’s why he mentioned your name. He wants me to know he can get to the people I care about. It’s how my brother works. He wants more than a couple of accounts.”
“He needs to be taught the meaning of the word no.” Sawyer wasn’t about to let Wyatt get pulled back in because Wyatt was worried he could get hurt. He was a big guy. He could handle himself. “Look, I don’t think we should panic. Very likely the reason he came in person is he doesn’t want anyone listening in. You know how paranoid they are about money.”
It was precisely why Wayne had wanted Wyatt handling everything. He wanted someone he trusted implicitly, and that had been his own brother. The brother he could scare. The brother who’d been raised to be obedient.
It had to bother Wayne he couldn’t handle his own brother. Sawyer wondered if it had caused some questions about his leadership. It would rankle.
“If I do this thing for him, do you think he’ll leave me alone?” Wyatt asked, though it seemed like he knew the answer.
“It depends on whether he decides you’re an easy target or a hard one.” Sawyer was a practical man.
“Sabrina makes me an easy target,” Wyatt said softly.
“She does, but your brother doesn’t know about her.” He seriously doubted Wayne Kemp was in on the Bliss gossip grapevine. His men would be holed up somewhere waiting to show up tonight. “Yet.”
“He knows I’m living with you. He knows where I work. If I start dating Sabrina, he’ll figure it out, and the next time he wants something from me, he’ll use her to get it.” Wyatt finally said the truth.