Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Bull’s coming home? Does that mean shit is over? I’ll head back quickly. I need time to talk to him and Breaker.”
“Mother-fucking-hell,” Raze hisses.
“Raze? What’s wrong?”
“I thought you knew.” He takes a breath. I can hear him exhale to the point it sounds like he’s in pain. “You don’t know,” he whispers mournfully.
“Know what?” I ask, thoroughly confused.
“Breaker, man. Him and Rock from the Devil’s Blaze were ambushed. They can’t find Breaker, but they think he’s dead. The county will be dragging the lake near the accident. Rock’s body was there, but our men were too late.”
I can’t speak. Fuck, I can’t even breathe. Breaker? The thought of him no longer alive is just wrong. That bastard is too full of life. My next thought is Skylar. This will destroy her. “They don’t know he’s dead, right?”
“Apparently, one of the Feral Kings laughed about it and told them what they’d done. That’s how they know to search the lake. Dom just said they’re searching for a body and we’ll go from there.”
Dom probably phrased it that way to keep from saying they were looking for Breaker’s body. Fuck, I don’t understand any of this. There has to be a mistake somewhere. There’s no way Breaker could be dead. “I’m heading out now. Skylar must be a mess. I need to be with her.”
“Surprisingly, she's doing okay. She’s standing strong and watching after her mother and sister. She’s one tough woman, but if she left without you, Joker, chances are she isn’t going to want you around her right now. There’s a lot on her plate.”
“I’m not giving her a choice in the matter, and it’s my place to carry that plate for her, brother. My place. I’m not letting her face any of this alone. I’ll see you soon. Call me if anything changes.”
“You got it.”
I put my phone in my pocket and close my eyes as pain and sorrow mingle and sweep through me with the force of a hurricane. Except for Killer, Breaker is my closest friend. I can’t even wrap my mind around Breaker no longer being alive. It’s just not possible. These days, he’s a driving force behind the club. That’s why most of us think he should be able to step into the leading role of the club. Not having him around will leave a hole that can never be filled.
Son of a bitch. I need to hit the road now and get to Skylar. I need to be with her—even if the woman wants to fight it, she needs me just as much.
Chapter 29
Skylar
I think I’m in shock. I haven’t even allowed myself to cry since I got here. My mom called when I was almost to the Kentucky state line. I told her I was planning on driving straight to her house, but she asked me to meet her at the clubhouse. I could tell that she had been crying. I knew something bad had happened. I just didn’t realize what she would tell me would rip my heart open even more. I drove straight to the club and immediately began trying to do whatever I could to help. The club is all in shock. Mom and Thea are both a mess. I’m worried about Thea because she’s relatively early in her pregnancy. She doesn’t need stress right now.
Mostly, I feel useless, but I keep trying. I look down at the sandwich and chips I’m carrying in one hand and a ginger ale in the other as I let myself in Thea’s room. She was too queasy to eat dinner and I’m hoping I can talk her into at least taking a few bites. I know the ginger ale will help settle her stomach, at least.
“Knock, knock,” I murmur softly as I open the door, closing it behind me.
“Skylar?”
“I thought you might be hungry since you were too queasy to have supper,” I respond, sitting the food and her drink on the nightstand.
“You didn’t have to do that. It seems like I’m going to have my hands full with this baby. I thought morning sickness would take a bit to hit. Guess I was wrong,” she answers, trying to smile. It doesn’t really work. Her poor eyes are extra puffy from all the tears she’s shed.
I take the ginger ale and open the can, then hand it to her. “This might help a little with the queasiness.”
“Thanks,” she murmurs, taking a small drink and putting it back down. Her hand goes down to rub her stomach. She doesn’t have a baby bump yet. It’s too early, but I smile at the action.
“You’re going to make a wonderful mother, Thea.”
She lays down on the bed and I stretch out beside her. She grasps my hand as I turn on my side so I can see her better.