Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I screamed in rage and went to pound on his chest. But I was spun around, and my face was pressed into an all-too-familiar tattooed chest. I sobbed, more tears running down my cheeks as Travis’s arms wrapped around me, somehow holding me together.
“What happened?” Travis asked.
I shoved away from him, glaring up into his stupidly handsome face. “Don’t fucking touch me,” I snapped at him, hating myself even more for taking comfort from him. “It’s your fault I’m here, and it’s your fault my father is dead. I fucking hate you.” I crossed my arms over my chest, more tears sliding down my cheeks. “I want to go home,” I croaked.
4
Travis had granted me a tiny bit of freedom to go home, but it was only for a week. And hell, it didn’t even feel like that much freedom considering Travis, Luke, and Ryan had to ride back with me to ensure that I didn’t start a war between them and the Bloody Royals.
When I walked into the clubhouse, an instant sense of home washed over me. It smelled like liquor, cigarettes, and sex. It was something I had been smelling all my life. The scene was normal to me; men were spread all over different surfaces with women sprawled over them. Vomit was on the surface of the bar. Tables were overturned, and some of the chairs were flipped over.
Dad had kept our men healthy and fit, but damn if they didn’t know how to party.
I found the VP, aka Vice President, Nicholas, laying on the floor behind the bar. Anger soared through my body. Oh, I was absolutely fucking livid with him. Why the fuck hadn’t he come to find me? Why the fuck was he passed out behind a bar instead of arranging my father’s funeral? Nicholas had basically been a son to my dad, and this was how Nicholas fucking repaid him?
I slammed my foot into his ribs. He woke up, groaning and muttering obscenities under his breath. He glared up at me when he opened his eyes. “What?” he snapped. “You better have a damn good reason for fucking waking me up this goddamn early.”
Wasn’t he even the least bit curious about how the fuck I was here when I had been gone for fucking days?!
“Nicholas, you have two fucking seconds to get your drunken ass off this fucking floor, or so help me God, I am going to fucking castrate you!” I shouted at him. I was pissed off and upset. Nobody had come to my rescue yet. Nobody had the decency to find me to let me know my dad was dead. I needed answers, and I needed them now.
He groaned and sat up, rubbing his temples. His head was probably pounding, but I didn’t give two shits. His balls were going to be hurting in a minute if he didn’t start talking.
“Katie?” he muttered. He blinked up at me as if seeing me for the first time. “Where in the hell have you been?” he asked me.
I threw my arms up in the air in exasperation. “I was fucking kidnapped!” I yelled at him. “What do you mean where the fuck have I been?!”
I was seething. My hands were clenched into fists at my sides, and it took all my willpower not to take my rage out on him. If he asked me another dumb fucking question like that, I was probably going to punch him in the face. I wanted to hurt him so fucking bad that he was left on the floor crying for his mommy like the little titty-sucking-boy he still was.
He stood up, using the counter for support. He was so fucking drunk still that he could hardly stand upright. He looked behind me at the three men that had taken it upon themselves to escort me here. Nicholas narrowed his eyes at Travis. I glanced over my shoulder at Travis. He was the perfect picture of calm and collected, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes steady on me and Nicholas.
But when Nicholas glared at Travis, you could have cut the tension that suddenly filled the room with a knife.
Nicholas turned to me and narrowed his eyes in annoyance. “Your dad wasn’t worried about you.” I wanted to scoff. That wasn’t like my dad at all. “He said you always got yourself into tight places and that it was damn time you got yourself out of them.”
Was he fucking serious right now?
“I didn’t even fucking do anything to get kidnapped in the first place!” I shouted. I heard one of the men groan in complaint. “For fuck’s sake, I was only just coming home from a fucking date! How the fuck did I get myself into a ‘tight place’, as you assholes call it?! Were you bastards even going to get in touch with me about my own dad’s death?!” I should have been crying, but I was too pissed to cry.