Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“I’ve got a message for you,” Streak says.
“Oh yeah? What’s the message?” I ask, sounding bored.
“Do you know the old, deserted carpet factor on route eleven? It’s just past the state line. Be there tomorrow at midnight and make sure you come alone,” he instructs.
I laugh and then take another pull of my beer. Finally! Progress. “Do I look stupid to you, boy? I’m not going into fucking enemy territory at night alone. Nice fucking try, though.”
Streak makes a show of getting up and taunting me. “Don’t show if you’re scared then. I would’ve thought there was more to you than that, considering you’re your bloodline.” The last part makes my blood run cold. It catches me off guard as I flex my hands giving away my temper, but I school my features to look pissed off that I basically just got called a chickenshit by a prospect.
I see the message clearly in the prospects eyes and fuck if it hasn’t been delivered.
“Damn,” I mumble under my breath, downing my beer.
There’s no doubt in my mind that the prospect was trying to let know that they’ve been checking me out at the BMRR’s—and I don’t like what they’ve managed to find out at all.
Fuck!
Chapter 25
King
I slam the door to the damn third rate motel room I rented. I lock the door and pick up the burner phone T left for me in the bathroom at the hospital the last day I got to see Shelby. That seems like a lifetime ago, even if it has been just two days without her, that’s two too many. I miss the hell out of her and now, I have to figure out what to do. I can’t handle the thought of being away from her knowing her ex is out there causing her trouble.
When I got Mason’s full name off of Billie the other day, she made me promise to make the bastard pay for what he did to Shelby. Billie told me Shelby never went into details and the relationship didn’t last long, but the haunted look in granddaughter’s eyes was all she needed to see to know it was bad. She also told me he was part of an MC and that’s why she warned me away. It did make me feel better that she apologized. Still, I’m starting to think Shelby may have dated a member of my own club. It would have to be one of the newer members or a prospect and I don’t keep up with them to know. It’s on my list of things to ask her about. I’m curious as to why she didn’t tell me herself. I was upset at first, but I reasoned out she was afraid that if I knew she had been with a brother, I would walk away. There’s usually an unwritten code that we don’t fuck women who belonged to one of our brothers—at least not ones they’ve been serious about. I find out who it is, he won’t be a member of the club. He won’t be breathing.
Sadly, the name is leading me nowhere. It’s like the guy fell off the face of the earth when he hit twenty-one. If the birth certificate I found is right, that was almost fifteen years ago. We haven’t figured out why, but I had the club’s new computer wiz, Battle, get on it.
I flop down on the bed and dial the number. There are two rings before Ford picks “Hello?”
“I met with Streak. He was doing an errand for the BMRRs,” I inform him, kicking off my boots.
“I guess that means our boy gained some trust,” Ford murmurs, and I can hear that he’s proud. He should be because that’s no small feat.
“Yeah, though we were definitely being watching. The kid was cool as ice though. He impressed me.”
“What did he tell you?”
“We set up a meet for tomorrow at the old, abandoned factory just off of route eleven.”
“I’ll get some men out there.”
“No, that’s the last thing I want. They will have it watched and it’ll tip our hand.” We didn’t come this far for the plan to backfire now.
“There’s a reason I’m the President, asshole. I’m not stupid,” Ford argues.
I let out a heavy sigh. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it. It’s just we are so damn close to finding out what’s going on inside their club and who’s gunning for you. I don’t want anything slowing it down. I have a life waiting for me now. I’d like to do that with the club breathing easier. I don’t want Shelby to see the bad side of this life right out of the gate.
“We’ll be close by at least. Take the burner with you and leave it on,” Ford says, sternly. I can never tell if this is him talking to me like a father figure or as the president of the club. It sure feels like it could both.