Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Hack rode up into the parking lot where I was waiting for him and pulled into the space next to mine. I’d sent him a text about the meeting before Ireland and I had settled down to watch the movie last night.
He grabbed some files from his saddlebag and ambled up to the door. “Smaller job than we normally take on,” I started explaining, but Hack cut me off with a wave of his hand.
“We do whatever it takes to protect our women, brother. No questions asked.”
I nodded, grateful that I’d found my MC family and could always trust my brothers to have my back and my old lady’s.
We walked inside the empty bar just in time to hear the slamming of a door and heavy footsteps headed our way. A few seconds later, Scott came barreling out of the hallway, his expression livid. He skidded to a halt when he saw us, and his face flushed red with fury. “You. You cost me my job. I’m gonna kill you.”
I rolled my eyes and sidestepped him when he came running at me. Instead, he ran his stomach into my fist and grunted before falling on his ass. Hack crouched down and wrapped his arm around Scott’s neck from behind. “You know what’s good for you, you’ll stay down, asshole. We don’t have time to clean up your blood.”
Wisely, the former bouncer didn’t attempt to move out of Hack’s hold or try to stand. I cocked my head toward the back, and Hack released Scott before standing. We strolled to the hallway without a backward glance.
Don’s door was open, and he had his eyes on a small monitor, a smirk on his lips.
“Come on in, boys,” he said as he swiveled his chair to face us. “I can see why people don’t mess with the members of your club.”
Hack and I both greeted him with a chin lift and took the seats in front of his small wooden desk.
“I feel like an idiot for not seeing Scott and the others for what they really were. But I appreciate you bringing it to my attention.” He grinned and shook his head. “And thank you for doing it without destroying my bar. Not sure how you managed it.”
“If we didn’t know how to take care of shit without breaking everything around us, we’d never have anywhere to drink but our own bars,” I explained with a shrug.
Don chuckled again, then he placed his elbows on his desktop and leaned forward. “Obviously, I won’t be using my current staffing firm to supply my security anymore. So, any suggestions there would be appreciated. But let’s talk about your ideas for this place first.”
After a couple of hours, we’d solidified a plan and put Don in touch with Xander Gray. He was the owner of Gray Security and a trusted contact. We shook hands with Don and headed out to our bikes. We had our meeting with the bank soon, so we intended to go into the office to prep for it.
The bar was lit up more than usual because it was closed, but walking out of the dim interior into the sunshine was still blinding. So, I wasn’t expecting the bat that hit me in the gut.
“Fuck,” I grunted as the wind was knocked out of me.
“You motherfucking asshole!” Scott screamed as he drew the bat back for another swing. Before it got anywhere near me, the metal cylinder smacked into Hack’s hand before he yanked the bat out of Scott’s grip and tossed it away.
“Gave up the brains for the muscles?” Hack drawled as he grabbed Scott’s shirt and turned him so I was looking at his profile, giving me the perfect opening.
I’d managed to recover quickly and used Hack’s distraction to land a punch directly into Scott’s kidney. He screamed like a little girl and crumpled into himself, but Hack’s grip on his shirt kept him on his feet.
“You better watch your back,” he snarled. “You and that bitch are dead.”
This guy was too stupid to recognize when to keep his mouth shut, and when he spoke again, it seemed he also had a death wish.
“I’m gonna make you watch while I do everything I dreamed about with her hot, little body. After I fuck her, I’ll kill—” He didn’t finish his threat because I knocked him out with a left hook to his jaw. He passed out, and Hack let him fall to the ground in a heap.
“Glass jaw,” Hack mumbled. “Figures.”
I barely heard him, the rage coursing through my body roaring in my ears. My hand strayed to the back of my pants, where my gun was hidden by my cut. This motherfucker needed to die.
Hack grabbed my arm before I could withdraw my piece. “He’s not worth it, Breaker. You just found your girl, don’t risk prison.”