Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Anyone got anything else to bring to the table?” Scorpion asked. When no one said anything, he slammed his gavel down and pushed back from the table, heading out to go make a call to Johnston. I stood as well and crossed the room to Tango. He arched a brow at me.
“You want someone to ride with you?” I asked him.
He sighed. “I don’t know how he’s going to feel about this,” he said, referring to the boy he’d rescued that none of us knew the name of except him. “Gabriel isn’t… he’s struggling, Chase.”
I clapped a hand to his shoulder. “I’ll ride with you. And I’ll keep my mouth shut and stay distant so he doesn’t feel overwhelmed.”
He frowned at me. “What about Sophia?”
“What about me?” my woman asked, stepping into the chapel with a cup of coffee. She held it out to me, and I groaned in pure fucking ecstasy, immediately taking a sip. Fucking finally. I gripped the side of her neck after and pressed a hard kiss to her lips.
My fucking savior.
“I need to ride with Tango to go get someone from his place. We’re going on lockdown,” I informed her.
I immediately hated the look of disappointment on her face. I knew she wanted to spend time with me, but she also knew the club came first. And Tango trusted me more than he trusted anyone else. Always had.
I ran my hand down her arm before grabbing her hand in mine. Tango looked between the two of us before looking like a whole fucking lightbulb lit up in his brain. I had to bite back a snort of amusement.
“If Scorpion will allow it, see if she can ride with you,” Tango said. “It might do him some good to see her alive.”
“Me?” Sophia asked in confusion, her eyes bouncing between the two of us as she tried to figure out what was going on.
I swallowed before setting the coffee mug on the table. Then, I gripped her upper arms, rubbing my thumbs soothingly along her skin. “The boy—Gabriel—that I need to ride with Tango to go get is part of the crew that ordered the attack on you.” Fear widened her dark eyes, clouding the pretty color. I cupped her cheek, keeping her eyes locked on mine. I didn’t need her going into her head. Not when I needed to ride out. “He’s young, cupcake. So fucking young and tossed into a world he wanted no part of just because of who his father is.”
She looked at Tango and then back at me. “And you two trust him?” she croaked, looking like she wasn’t trusting either of our judgments right then. I had to admit, that cut deep. But I also knew what she’d endured. How much she was still suffering from that fucking attack.
Tango and I both nodded. “He told us everything,” Tango told her quietly. “And he was fucking torn apart knowing he couldn’t help you that night. He was supposed to go, but he fought it, Sophia. And it got him beat, raped too,” I ground my teeth together so hard, both of them could hear it, “and then locked in a fucking dog kennel.”
Sophia flinched at the word rape as I stared at Tango in horror. He clenched his jaw, a storm brewing in his eyes. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I finally swore, closing my eyes. That poor fucking kid.
Tango nodded. “He’s as much of a victim as she is,” he quietly told me.
Sophia nodded, drawing in a deep breath. Her fingers curled into my cut like it was her lifeline. “I’ll ride.”
“Ride where?” Scorpion demanded, looking between the three of us as he entered the chapel.
“With me to get Gabriel,” Tango informed Scorpion. “He’s not going to want to come here. The idea of being in the clubhouse freaks him out, but I’m hoping seeing Sophia with us will put him at ease.”
Scorpion grunted, clearly not liking the idea, but he nodded once, looking at his watch. “Clubhouse goes under lockdown in thirty minutes. And Johnston and his crew will be here in the morning.”
I nodded once and grabbed Sophia’s hand in mine, leading her out of the clubhouse and to my bike. I settled my helmet on her head and tightened the chin straps before sliding on. With my guidance, she slid on behind me, wrapping her arms tightly around my midsection, her thighs squeezing my hips.
Fuck, I’d love to feel those thighs squeezing me while I fucked her into a mattress. Or against the wall. Where the fuck ever.
“Where’s your helmet?” she asked me, breaking me from my thoughts. Christ, my dick was hard.
“On your head,” I told her as I turned the bike on. “You need it more than I do.” Then, before she could put up an argument, I revved the engine and quickly followed Tango off the lot and onto the highway.