Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Chapter 3
STONE
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“Something on your mind?” She’d been staring holes in my damn head for five minutes straight without saying a word, like she was trying to see into me or some shit. She hadn’t said or done anything in the last hour that gave me any idea of who she really was other than the spawn of my enemy. Oh, and a royal pain in the ass.
No, that’s not exactly true. I knew she had too much damn attitude and the mouth on her should come with a warning label, ‘wear earplugs when within radius.’
I still didn’t know what I was supposed to do with her or what the next move was supposed to be. The women we usually saved were usually beat to shit and scared out of their minds. We usually found them homes somewhere else or in some cases, after we’d paid a visit to the asshole abuser and encouraged him strenuously to find an abode elsewhere, we’d find the woman a job, get her and her kids some groceries and make sure they were gonna be fine and that was that.
This one wasn’t abused, but she was scared. Beneath the bravado and bullshit I could smell her fear. My time in the army had taught me a few tricks. One of them was picking up the scent of fear. This one was fermenting.
“Am I staying here tonight?” Now that sounded like a woman who needed help. I guess she was getting tired because she was showing me her underbelly and I was pretty sure Clyde had taught her never to show fear, especially not in front of her enemy.
I was waiting for her to go to sleep so I could finish that damn letter and try to get a handle on what to do next. I had to make sure that fuck Sanchez didn’t really get into bed with the MKs. There was no time to waste.
Once those assholes got a toehold somewhere, it was next to impossible to get rid of them. If he saw this girl as his only way to hold onto the oldest MC in the country, then there isn’t much he wouldn’t do to make that shit a reality. It was the only part of the plan that I’d been weary of, but it had to be done. Now it was mine to clean up. Which is what I would’ve been doing now if she hadn’t shown up here.
I guess that fuck Drexel figured he couldn’t get me while he was alive so he’s doing an end run around me from the grave. I should go dig his ass up and cap him.
“You got somewhere else you can be? Cause that’ll work too.”
“Listen, I don’t like this anymore than you do but my dad said…”
“I don’t work for your dad and I sure as fuck wasn’t one of his lackeys so again, I’m doing this shit because I want to and I haven’t decided yet if I want to. You go near that door again keep your ass moving.”
She’d stomped off the chair and headed for the exit. She stopped short and her shoulders slumped. For some fucked up reason seeing that made me do a complete three sixty. Whatever beef I had with her dad it wasn’t her doing. She was just like any other female who came to me for help only this one came with a fuck load of trouble.
All the same, I couldn’t turn my back on her no matter how much I wanted to put her ass on a plane and send her the hell back to where she came from.
“Let me show you to your room.” I headed down the hallway and waited for her to follow me. When I heard her little footsteps behind me I figured the poor kid was beat. She had nowhere to go. The men who’d followed her dad was now for all intents and purposes, her enemies, and I was her only hope. That trip to the cemetery was sounding better and better.
I showed her to the guestroom and left. She’d figure out where shit was. I headed back to the kitchen and the letter I’d left on the table. The next words made me see red. ‘Your dad and I were close back in the day; he was a good man. You remind me a lot of him, same pain in the ass.’ Wait, I was somebody’s pain in the ass? But forget that, how dare this piece a shit even think to mention my dead old man to me after what the fuck he’d done?
My fists hurt, I was clenching them so hard. I wracked my brain for any reason for this turn of events. While he was alive he’d been my sworn enemy and had done everything in his power to fuck with me and mine with his every breath. If I didn’t know better, I would swear somebody was playing a sick joke, but who-why?