Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Oliver seethed. “Fuck you,” he muttered, but with much less heat than before.
“Nah, I think I’ll let your ex take care of that.” It was a good thing none of the women were around to hear that. They’d kick him square in the nuts. But he couldn’t help himself. Pissing Ollie off was too much fun.
Jinx snickered. “Damn, it’s good to have you back, brother.”
The simple statement hit him straight in the soul. It fueled him. Acceptance from his club was eighty percent of what kept his ass in rehab. He wished he could say it was being an excellent father to Caleb, but he hadn’t dealt with his bullshit enough for that to have been his number one priority. Providing for Caleb drove him more than anything, but the club was a close second.
Spec caught his eye and gave him a single nod, which had Lock smiling. Typically, this was the enforcer’s game, but Lock got the green light to run with it. After a wink for Spec, he walked toward Ollie.
“Hey, man, I-I’m sorry, okay?” Oliver said as he lifted his hands to ward off Lock’s approach. “I didn’t want her hurt. I was just desperate. Y-you gotta understand that.”
“Desperate?” Lock repeated. “Like you didn’t have the money and were too chickenshit to take the consequences like a man, so you desperately decided to hand over Brenna instead? That what you mean by desperate?”
“I… no… that’s not… it…”
Oliver tried to back up, but every time he did, Jinx shoved him forward again.
“Look, I’m sorry. I’ll stay away from Brenna. I’ll stay away from your club. I’ll be better with money. I learned my lesson. Really.” He spoke with a nasal inflection that hadn’t been there before Brenna clocked him.
Lock scoffed. “Will you fucking relax? I just want to check your nose.”
“Oh.” Oliver let his hands fall away. His face uncrunched as his shoulders relaxed. “I think she broke it,” he said, prodding the purpling skin around his nose.
“Probably. Lemme see.” Lock stepped into Oliver’s personal space. Instead of reaching for the man’s nose, he curled his fist, cocked his elbow back, and rammed Ollie in the gut with a powerful uppercut.
The asshole groaned as he doubled over, clutching his stomach and coughing. “What the fuck?” he managed between choked sounds.
“Oh, shit! My arm slipped. You okay, buddy?”
“Stay the fuck away from me.”
“Oh, I don’t think so.” Lock grabbed Oliver’s hair and yanked his head up before kneeing him in the same place he’d punched. This time, Ollie’s knees failed to hold him up. Lock released his hair so the man could land in a heap on the floor.
“Damn, Ollie,” Spec said. “Looks like you fell. Need a hand up?”
“No! N-no. Don’t touch me.”
Lock gave him a swift kick to the ribs, which had the fucker curling into the fetal position to protect himself from further pain as he coughed and moaned. Blood ran from his nose, combining with a line of spit dangling from the corner of his mouth and pooling on the floor next to his face.
“Stop,” he whispered. “I get it.”
“That’s it, huh? Three hits, and you’re out.” Jinx laughed. “Pussy. Thank fuck Brenna ain’t yours anymore. That woman deserves a whole lot more than you.”
Truth.
“You done, brother?” Spec asked. “Or you wanna play a little more. Your choice, but you know what gets my vote.”
Oliver moaned and then spit out a gob of blood and saliva.
Lock stared down at the miserable man with pity. “Nah, I’m good. Well, hold on.” He grabbed the front of Oliver’s wrinkled and now bloody shirt and lifted him. “I find out Brenna’s name even leaves your lips, I’ll make sure that pencil dick of yours can’t fuck another woman as long as you live. We clear?”
“C-clear,” Oliver answered. “Never heard that name before.”
“I’ll be paying attention.” He stood abruptly and released Oliver’s head. It hit the floor with a loud crack that had Jinx laughing.
“That sounded like it hurt.”
“You got ten seconds to get your ass off our property, or you won’t be able to leave,” Spec announced. “Ten… nine…”
Oliver scrambled to his feet and stumbled toward the door, bent over and cradling his torso. They all watched with varying levels of amusement and laughter.
But not Lock. He just wanted the fucker gone and never heard from again.
“Nice work, man,” Spec said, clapping Lock on the back as soon as Ollie left. “Good to have you back in action.”
“Thanks. Feels good to be back.” Understatement of the year.
“Come on. Let’s call the prez and fill him in. Think Brooke left us some of that pie she made too, and I’m fucking starving.”
“Hell yeah,” Jinx said before heading toward the kitchen.
Lock shifted his attention to the door, but Spec steered him in the direction Jinx had walked. “I know you wanna go after your woman, but trust me, she needs some time. Frost radioed and said she asked for a ride to your house. He took her. She’s safe.”