Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“Ginger, you fucking know what the plan is,” he growls.
They use a lot of bad words. It’s funny when grownups forget, but not this time.
“I made him a promise. This is my fucking duty. You hear my words. One day, I'm going to be on top in this club, and I'm gonna carry on the legacy that Dodger couldn't.”
“Then fuck her if you want. I don’t give a shit, but when that day comes, who's gonna support you, huh? Be everything you need for you? I can tell you for sure, it ain’t gonna be her. She's fucking tainted now.”
I don't understand what they mean, but I know they’re talking about Mommy, and not in a nice way. So I think it’s okay to be mean and not do what they say.
I wish Dante and Izzy were here, but Mr. Havoc, Mr. Phoenix and Mr. Sledge are going to come get me with Mommy like last time. Maybe this time I’ll get to ride on a motorcycle.
“Jesus, Ginger. Are you jealous? Worried I'm gonna fucking trade you out for a younger model?”
“You know what? Yeah. I am, a little, because I fucking waited for you to get out of prison and I stuck with you. She didn’t even want you when they thought you were just her dumb neighbor. You wanna fuck her? Fine, she can be our bitch, but I'll have her hanging in a fucking noose before I step aside.”
Lots more bad feelings come spilling out, making big wet spots on my knees. Maybe if I eat one of the Pop Tarts and hide in the corner they’ll forget about me. I don't want them to be mad at me.
“Baby, relax. She's a tool, right? You'll always be my old lady, Ginger. Don't fucking worry about it.” Then he looks at me, and I try to make myself teeny tiny while I take little bites. It's frosted. “We’re freaking the kid out. Why don't you get her some water, or something?”
“Oh, excuse me for not catering to the little princess. Maybe if you warned me you were going to grab her already I would’ve been more prepared.”
“Ginger, she's a fucking four-year-old. Just keep her happy until we got this figured out, okay? I had to take my shot when I saw it. No fucking way the Eagles won’t respond to this, and once Badger’s in control, everything will work out.”
“I hope you’re fucking right, Grinder. I'll take care of her. Just… do your thing.” Ms. Ginger's coming this way. I don't like how she always stands when she talks to me. It makes her too tall.
“Do you want water, kid?”
“I want my Mommy.”
“Don’t we fucking all, Mia? Welcome to the real world. We don’t always get what we want.”
33
PHOENIX
A message came in during the attack. Hellfire requested a meeting.
With the compound still smoking, I don’t fucking trust them, but whatever he said was enough to convince Eagle-eye and King that it was worth hearing him out. Every minute that goes by is a minute that Mia is in Grinder’s bloody fucking hands and the only reason we aren’t out looking for them is because we can’t rescue her if we’re dead.
Our group rides down the highway like a military parade. Two and two, grim-faced, still covered in dust, soot and blood. It feels better this way, more real. The club has to respond to the attack, but for me, right now, the most important thing is Mia. Once we have her outta there, blood is going to fucking flow. Grinder and the last of the Pit Vipers are like rats from a sinking ship, spreading plague everywhere they end up.
Eagle-eye signals when we come up on the rest stop he picked as a meeting spot. It’s nearly empty. Most of the stores that used to be here shut down with little more than the gas pumps left. A group of bikes are already waiting in the truck resting zone. We’re all on high alert, but there isn’t much to hide behind.
That doesn't mean it can't be a trap.
Hellfire raises one hand with a flat palm, indicating that he's not out for trouble. Everyone’s keeping their hands nice and visible as we pull up, but the tension is high on both sides. A lot could be solved right now if we just cut the head off this snake, but it’s not my call. If he’d been the one to take Mia, though… I might be willing to pay the price for stepping out of line.
Our clubs face off on either side of a white painted line. Nobody with any sense of self-preservation will come anywhere near here. Good. The last thing any of us want is a bunch of civilians deciding they wanna come rubber-neck.
Eagle-eye nods to Hellfire. “My condolences. Didn’t like the asshole but I respected him.”