Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Permanently.
Ty woke an hour and a half later to the much more pleasant sound of his neighbor’s dog yapping. Well, more pleasant than his ex-wife's window-cracking screech. Kelsie hadn’t moved an inch, still pressed against him, snoozing away.
He hated to leave her, but now was the time to start taking care of business, so he carefully untangled himself and rolled away from the warm, soft, naked woman in his bed. If it wasn’t for her family, they could have stayed in bed all day.
That was reason enough to despise the bastards.
Once he was certain he hadn’t woken Kelsie, he slipped into his sweatpants, tiptoed out of the room, and padded down the hall to the kitchen. After brewing a pot of coffee and fixing himself an extra-large mug, he sat at the table.
A multitude of ideas ran through his head—everything from waiting until Kelsie’s family made their move to a more offensive attack on their finances. The club knew people who could make things happen behind the scenes while remaining untraceable. Money could disappear, compromising photos could be leaked, and names could be whispered in law enforcement’s ears. But would any of that shit work? Kelsie’s father and brother were skilled at evading the law and probably had a security team of hundreds scouring the internet for their names twenty-four hours a day. The worst her father had ever suffered after defrauding thousands and ending multiple indictments was a few years of house arrest. Being confined to a home the size of a hotel didn’t seem like a punishment for a man who’d hurt so many.
The bottom line was Ty couldn’t solve this problem on his own. He needed to call in his brothers, and the quickest way to do that was to enlist Curly’s help.
Curly answered on the second ring. “Ty, what’s up, brother?”
“Hey, Prez, how you doing?”
Curly chuckled, and Ty could practically hear him rolling his eyes. “You’re the damn VP and my cousin. When you gonna stop calling me Prez?”
Messing with Curly was always a good time. It reminded him of when they were younger and had far fewer things to worry about. “Are you not the club’s president?”
“Stop being an ass. Everything good?”
“No, everything is not good.” He rubbed a hand across his forehead. “Gonna need all hands on deck for this one.”
“You got it. I’ll call everyone in. Give me a few hours. Let’s meet this evening at six. I’ll see if Brooke’s up for cooking dinner tonight, and we can meet before. Make sure you bring Kelsie.”
Curly was all in, no questions asked. Ty’s throat thickened. This right here was why he’d joined the club. It’s what he’d gone looking for all those years ago when he and Curly prospected with a very different kind of club. For Ty, it’d merely been a disappointment, but for Curly, a life-altering mistake. That they’d been given this second chance at a strong brotherhood meant the fucking world. Who else would, no questions asked, call in the cavalry to kick ass and take names?
No one but the Hell’s Handlers.
CHAPTER TWENTY
THE SHARP KNIFE slid through the potato like butter.
Slice.
Slice.
Slice.
The back of Kelsie’s head itched from the strength of the stares coming off the hoard of nosey women sharing the kitchen with her. Beyonce belted powerful lyrics in the background, providing the perfect ambience for this impromptu cooking and wine-drinking party. They hadn’t been at this long, but clearly, all the ladies knew she’d spent the night at Ty’s house and were dying for details, yet no one was brave enough to ask.
Surprising. Especially for Liv.
Kelsie continued her assigned kitchen task for about three more minutes before she couldn’t take it any longer.
“Okay,” she said, setting the knife on the counter with a loud clatter. She whirled around, folded her arms across her chest, and rested her backside against the counter. “Out with it. What do y’all want to know?”
Harper, ever the sweetheart, was the first to respond. She shook her head, waving the fork she’d been using to shred the pulled pork. “Honey, your business is your business. You do not need to tell us anyth—”
Liv wasn’t so unassuming. “Harper, zip it!” She hopped off a stool and click-clacked across the kitchen in shoes Kelsie envied. “You need to tell us everything… everything.” She waggled her eyebrows as she poked a finger into Kelsie’s sternum.
Heat rushed from her chest to her face. “You really want to know?”
“Yes!” They chorused.
Okay then. “Um, well, after you and Spec dropped me off at Ty’s last night—”
“You guys spent the entire night swinging from the rafters while naked?” Rachel asked. Of all the women, Kelsie knew her the least. She was Frost’s ol’ lady and Curly’s half-sister.
“No, no, not the rafters. You were making passionate love, right?” Liv clasped her hands over her heart and sighed before Kelsie could answer the first intrusive question.