Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
"What happened to the guys who went after you?" I ask, worrying that they were still on the loose.
"They fled, my love," Anthony says. I get a wink from Boomer, and I know they didn't flee. They already took care of them. Good. I find some peace in that notion. I was never one to believe in murder, but after what happened to me, I know damn well that danger lurks around every corner; if you don't get rid of your enemies, they'll come for you.
They let us go, and Anthony helps me into the vehicle. He takes me home where everyone is gathered to bring me some food and comfort. All of the women in town know damn well how scary people can be, but I brought this trouble with me. I wish I didn’t listen to my mother and go out with Brandon in the first place. We shared like a total of two kisses because he’s a shit kisser and I was grossed out. My sixteen-year-old boyfriend I’d had for two weeks kissed much better, although he kissed all the girls and now some of the boys, from what I hear.
They only stay for about half an hour because the adrenaline is fading and it’s clear that I’m feeling the weight of the day on me. Anthony carries me up to our room after locking up the house. There are Riders and prospects patrolling the area, but honestly, with them in jail, I believe the threat is gone.
Chapter Thirteen
Blade
I tuck her into bed, hoping that she sleeps well. She’s been given a Norco to deal with the pain and help her sleep. The jolting of the vehicle as well as being manhandled by those fucks caused my baby a lot of pain. I’m going to enjoy tonight. I can’t get Brandon and the State Senator myself, but I can get their minions.
I lean over Jules and kiss her forehead and then her lips. “Be good, beautiful. I have to go to work.”
“Make them pay,” she whispers sleepily.
“I will, my sweet wife. You’re safe here. Doc is downstairs if you need anything.”
“Okay,” she moans. I steal one more peck before pushing myself away.
Doc and Boss promise to sit here at the house while I go deal with those fucks. I grab my special kit from the secured safe in my closet and head to Church. Someone’s going to need to send up their silent prayers. Denver Banks is meeting us as well. He wants a piece of these assholes.
The drive to the clubhouse is full of ideas. I ride my motorcycle so I can get there faster and make them pay. Three fuckers were on the way to my house as I rushed out to my truck to get my wife back. I called Boomer and Boss, who had been nearby. We got the guys trying to sneak into my home and then tied them up. The prospects along with Mick and Cowboy brought them to our special room.
There are no words for what I want to do to these fucks. The last time I got to slice someone up, they’d attacked my brother-in-law with the intent of getting at my sister as well. That son of a bitch paid with his life, but I took my time.
I'm only going to take my time because I want answers. I need answers. A niggling feeling in the back of my mind screams that her mother and stepfather were involved, but I need proof before they can be dealt with.
When I arrive, so does Mr. Banks. "Denver, I'm glad you could make it."
"I wouldn't have missed it for the world. My wife and I want to see Jules for ourselves if we can."
"Sure. She's sleeping, but you can stay in one of the guest rooms."
"We're staying with Jackson and Penny so we can see the baby. That's where my wife is now."
"Good. Stop by in the morning. Now, let's handle these bastards."
"Damn right." He rolls up his sleeves. Gone is the suit he normally wears, and instead he wears a pair of track pants and a long-sleeved tee. We enter the clubhouse and head straight to the clean-up room where our guests are waiting.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, fellas," I say, pulling out my pocketknife before setting down the kit on the table.
"What the fuck?"
"Shit."
"Yes, shit it is. Why the fuck were you trying to kill my niece?"
"Who is this bitch?" I ask Banks.
"This is her step-cousin. Walker's nephew, Alan."
"Alan, care to explain yourself?" I ask.
"I needed the money."
"What did your uncle pay you?"
"Only two stacks until the job was done, and then we'd get another ten K from his father."
"You fucked up. They sent you into the belly of the beast."
"You can only beat me tied down, so you're no beast. Just a big ol’ pussy." I let out a barking laugh that echoes throughout the concrete slabs.