Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
I offered him my hand with a smile, and he took it, his eyes twinkling.
“And who are you?” Silas Mackenzie, the bad ass biker, asked.
Keene stepped forward and said, “Keene Day. And swear to fuck, don’t comment on the stupidity of the name. It gets really fuckin’ old hearing it.”
“Amen,” another man from the other side of the room said.
I looked over, spotting a familiar face. “Hey, Sebastian!”
Sebastian, Silas’ son, jerked his chin up toward me, but his eyes were focused on Keene. “My father thought it would be hilarious to name me Sebastian Sue Mackenzie. Don’t you love it?”
Silas grinned, huge and full. “I like it.”
“Well, at least someone does,” Sebastian grumbled, then his eyes changed. “Hey, don’t I know you?”
He was looking at Keene in a different light now.
“Um,” I hesitated.
All that crap that had gone down recently with my sister’s killer had been all over the news. There was no hiding it. Keene and my face had been visiting the Dallas Times for days.
“The news?” I asked curiously.
“No,” he narrowed his eyes. “You’re the one who helped save Dossier’s kid.”
Dossier?
“Fuck,” Keene said, rubbing his chest. “You were the club that was helping search for her.”
“We were,” Sebastian made his way over. “She’s doing well.”
“I know,” Keene said. “I keep an eye on her. I actually plan on heading to her graduation after this.”
So that was the graduation that we were going to.
That was sweet that he’d helped save someone from the horrors of the world, and then followed up with them, keeping an eye out to make sure that they were living life well.
My man.
Geez, he was a big ol’ marshmallow.
“We’re headed there soon, too,” Sebastian confirmed. “That’s why we’re here today.”
Keene nodded his head.
“This the team that went to South America and saved them from that pedophile?” Silas asked, having obviously heard from Sebastian.
“At least some of them,” Keene answered. “This is our money man. And he does help from time to time when he can slip away from his family.”
Winston held out his hand, and the four of them introduced themselves to each other.
“So, what’s going on?” Silas asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
Shayne, who’d remained silent up until now, started explaining.
“They’re wondering if we can go over there at a moment’s notice,” she explained. “If they need help that might require our skills.”
“Absolutely,” Sebastian answered for his father. “I have more people who are willing to help, too. Got a man in my club who loves to fly and doesn’t get to do it all that much now that he’s retired. His name is Cleo.”
Cleo I remembered from my time in Mooresville, too.
The man was great.
But he’d been a few years away from retiring, even though he’d been nowhere close to retirement age.
Don’t want to work my life away while my babies are still here, he’d said.
“I’ll take all the help I can get,” Winston said solemnly. “This crap… it’s rampant. I feel like no matter what we do, more and more of this disgusting evil is going uncontrolled in this world. Sometimes it feels like I can’t keep my head above water when it comes to saving these kids.”
And it was right then, with me as a witness, that I watched Winston and Keene bring yet more people into their fold.
The bad guys wouldn’t know what was coming.
I couldn’t wait.
CHAPTER 29
As emotionally stable as an IKEA table.
-Ande’s secret thoughts
ANDE
“So let me get this straight,” a very pissed off woman’s voice said into the quiet of the car.
Winston, Keene, me, Autry, Shayne, and a few other men were heading toward the airport where Shayne would be flying us to Mexico.
But before we could actually make it to the airport, Keene’s phone rang.
It was Simi’s face on the screen when he answered, but it was all of them when he pulled his phone away from his face with a jerk.
“You brought your soon-to-be-wife in to go fly all over the world, saving people in the hopes of making our father’s sins less, and you don’t let your sisters try to make amends, too?”
Simi.
“Simi…”
“Don’t Simi me,” Simi grumbled. “That’s so not nice, and you know it!”
“Y’all have kids. And zero combat experience,” Keene countered.
“That doesn’t mean we can’t help in other ways,” Tony countered.
“How?” Keene asked, sounding annoyed. “How exactly would you do this?”
“We could, I dunno, tie them up or something.”
“You could get yourselves killed, and then your husbands would string me up by my balls and kill me,” Keene countered.
“You’re so overly dramatic.”
“I’m not,” Tony argued.
“All I want to know is if she said yes or not yet,” Val asked. “I’m more than aware that I’m not a fighter, but a lover. I’d probably get us all killed.”
“I haven’t asked her yet.” Keene side-eyed me.
“Well do it. Now. We want to hear what she has to say,” Hades said. “Hey, Ande. Will you tell him yes when he finally asks you? We deserve a nice sister-in-law.”