Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“Just waiting on Rock.”
“What’s new.”
He chuckles, then turns and raises his hand, signaling to Murphy that he should join us.
Murphy ambles over. “I couldn’t find out anything about what Loco wants. Were you able to talk to Malik?”
Shit, I completely forgot. “No, I haven’t seen him since the other night.”
Murphy shrugs. “Probably doesn’t matter. He enjoys yanking Rock’s chain, so he woulda called a meeting no matter what.”
“It’s enough to make you wish we could go back to the old days of dropping off shipments to his minions down by the river,” Wrath says, holding his arms out wide. He glances at me. “Where’s your girl?”
I narrow my eyes. “I had to bring her home. Why?”
He slides a look at Z, then shrugs. “Barely got to see her, that’s all.”
“Barely got to terrorize her, you mean,” Murphy says.
Wrath nods once. “That too.”
“You will not be terrorizing Emily for any reason,” I warn. “I’m not fucking around.”
A blank expression settles over Wrath’s face. Should I be antagonizing our enforcer right now? Probably not.
Jigsaw joins us, resting his arm on my shoulder, like he’s leaning on a post.
“When did we all get so touchy-feely around here?” I grumble, shrugging Jigsaw off of me.
“Let’s move out,” Grinder yells as he moves toward the front door, pointing like a flight attendant showing us where the exit is.
“About time,” I mutter.
Jigsaw hangs back with me. “You want to ride at the front of the line or bring up the rear?” he asks.
“Rear is fine.” That way I can easily watch my brothers and hopefully park somewhere I won’t get hemmed in at Loco’s.
Rock pats my back as he passes by.
Corralling both clubs goes quicker than I expected. Fifteen minutes later our entire pack thunders down the clubhouse driveway. We go slow easing onto the main road. These back roads are too narrow for all of us to ride side by side, so we end up in one long chain until we hit Route 155 and can change it up. Pride flows through me at the way my brothers seamlessly roll up next to each other. Jigsaw and I are the only ones riding without a partner. He’s all the way at the front of the line and I’m by myself at the back.
An evil glee prickles through me as we reach Loco’s place. Teller was right, Loco’s going to shit himself when all of us ride into his diner’s parking lot.
Emily
After Dex leaves, I wander into the kitchen and pour a bowl of cereal. I need to keep my strength up to handle Dex.
I reach for my phone but it’s not in my pocket. Where the heck did I leave it? I hope it’s not at the clubhouse.
I finish my cereal and set the bowl in the sink, then search for my phone.
My attention’s drawn to my backpack and the pile of clothes scattered in the hallway. Oops. Dex and I had gotten so carried away, I’d forgotten about them.
I pick my jeans up off the floor and shake them.
Something heavy clatters to the floor. Great. Found my phone. Hope I didn’t crack my screen.
I lean over to pick it up and the screen flashes with a missed call. Shit. Did Libby need a ride? I glance at the time. She should’ve been home by now.
The phone dings and buzzes.
I flick the screen on. Not broken. That’s good.
A line of text messages and missed calls appears on the screen.
My blood runs cold.
Between the time we left the clubhouse and now, Libby tried to text me a bunch of times.
Libby: Em, can you come pick me up?
Libby: Yoohoo! You said you’d come get me.
Libby: Is everything okay?
Libby: Mac’s giving me a ride.
My heart thunders against my rib cage.
In between the texts are several missed calls from Libby and a few from a local number I don’t recognize.
Damn. I feel like shit. Too busy screwing my boyfriend to answer my sister when she needs me. I’m going to owe her big.
I dial her number. It rings and rings, then goes to voicemail.
“Sorry I missed your texts, pudding. Cell service was spotty out there. I’m home now if you still need a ride.”
I disconnect the call and stare at my phone.
It lights up with an incoming call. Again with the number I don’t recognize. It better not be one of those damn places trying to sell me an extended car warranty.
“Hello?”
“Is this Emily Walker?” Ice cold fear snakes through my stomach.
“Yes, who’s this?”
“Are you the guardian of Liberty Walker?”
My legs shake and I stagger forward, bracing my hand against the wall. “She’s my sister. What’s going on?”
“Ma’am, your sister has been in a car accident. She was brought into the Johnsonville Emergency Room. We’ve been trying to reach you.”
Tears slide down my cheeks. “Is she okay?”
“She’s stable. But we need you to—”