Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
He grins at me. “Surely she’s not that fuckin’ bad?”
I snort. “You have no idea. Biggest pain in the ass I’ve ever come across in my life.”
Maverick chuckles. “Do you good to interact with a female, bro. Fuck knows all you do is screw ‘em and send them on their way.”
“Exactly how it should be,” I mutter.
I shake Mason and Boston’s hands, and then help them set up camp, pitching a few tents. There isn’t enough room in the cabin for everyone. We’ll let the girls stay in there, if they want, that is.
“Well, there she is, lookin’ as pretty as ever.”
Malakai’s voice makes me lift my head, to see Charlie standing on the porch with Scarlett and Amalie by her side.
“Hello, Malakai, did you bring me someone else for protection yet? I don’t like Dakoda very much. In fact, I’m surprised he’s still alive.”
I glare at her, and she throws me a sarcastic smile.
“Watch yourself,” I warn.
“Come now, darlin’,” Malakai chuckles. “He ain’t all that bad.”
Charlie crosses her arms, and nearly every man there zones in on her tits. Fucking perfect tits.
“I’m starting to think you put me up here with him on purpose. I mean, surely you have other members of your club that could protect me. Are you getting some sort of twisted satisfaction out of this?”
Malakai grunts, then laughs. “Oh, abso-fuckin’-lutley.”
“Jerk,” she mumbles under her breath. “Well, I’m telling you, if any bad guys actually found me, there is no guarantee your man over here wouldn’t throw me right at them.”
“Too right,” I mutter.
“Now now, you two.” Maverick grins. “We’re here to break things up a bit. For a few days, you won’t have to talk to each other at all if you don’t want.”
“Thank God,” Charlie murmurs, shooting me a look.
“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” I snap.
“Okay.” Scarlett claps. “Now we got that out of the way, is it safe if we take Charlie for a walk to the river?”
Malakai looks to me. “Thoughts?”
“No one can get to the river without coming past the cabin first. They’re fine.”
Scarlett claps. “Yes!”
“Don’t get eaten by anythin’, darlin’,” Maverick tells her, his eyes lusty. “That’s my job later.”
Scarlett flushes, Amalie giggles, and Charlie grins.
Of course she grins.
Dirty bitch.
Fucking like it, too.
The girls all rush off toward the river, and I turn to help finish setting up the tents.
“Any more information?” I ask Malakai as we hammer the pegs into the ground.
“Fuck all, was hopin’ you had something?”
“Been doin’ research every night. Tryin’ to get information. Names. He’s keepin’ himself well hidden.”
“He?” Malakai asks, stopping and crossing his arms.
“Can’t tell me a chick is running a show this big.”
He thinks on that, then nods. “Yeah, probably fuckin’ right. Charlie said anythin’ more?”
“Not a fuckin’ word.”
“She’s closed lipped, eh?” Maverick says, joining the conversation.
“Tight as fuck. Won’t say a word. Not sure if it’s out of protection, or fear.”
“My guess,” Mason throws in, “fear. Fear makes you do far more stupid shit than protection does. She’s a hard woman, closed off, blocked everything out. Most people only do that when they’ve been forced to.”
“Agreed,” Boston mutters. “Whatever she knows, she’s scared of it.”
“Mmm,” Malakai murmurs. “I’ll try talk to her later tonight, see if I can get anythin’ out of her. We need to get this show movin’, if we don’t, things are only goin’ to get more dangerous for her, and us. We gotta get her safe, and the club.”
“Agreed,” I tell him. “You have a go, see what you can get outta her. She won’t tell me a damned thing.”
Maverick chuckles. “Like a fuckin’ married couple, you two.”
“Don’t insult me, Maverick,” I warn.
“See Sugar didn’t do her job properly the other night,” Malakai adds. “You’re still cranky as fuck.”
“You see how you go with her attitude swingin’ around,” I growl. “See if you can keep your cool.”
“Challenge accepted.”
Good luck to him.
She’s more than a handful.
~*~*~*~
THEN – KODA
It takes me three days to find the location of the storage shed that Braxton has. Three fucking days. The keys have no address, and I have to call every place in the city to find out which one he registered with. Turns out, he used a different last name. No idea how the fuck he got away with that, but he did.
I take a drive out there, and it’s thirty minutes away from his apartment. When I arrive, everything is well secured, big electric gates, cameras, top of the line storage. What the fuck would he need top of the line storage for? What could he possibly want so securely hidden?
I don’t want to know, but I’m about to find out.
I check in as Braxton and drive through the secure alleys until I find a big storage shed right down the back. I park my truck, pull out the key, and walk over to it. It’s triple padlocked, which I’m sure doesn’t come standard. There are five keys on the keyring, so I start using them all until I find the three I need. Then, I shove them into my pocket and slide the unit open.