Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“I’m also going to be calling our good friends Chaos Bleeds and inviting them to share in the festivities.” He expected a round of grumbling, but instead, everyone seemed to be overjoyed at the prospect.
After the shit that went down a short time ago with the Monster Dogs MC, his boys had been tense. They all had been. Lash knew deep in his core there wouldn’t be retribution. They should count their lucky stars that he allowed them to live. The only reason he did was because of the deal he had with the Billionaire Bikers MC, as well as Michael Granito, who had once been married to Kelsey. He didn’t even want to think of that drama, seeing as Kelsey was happily married to Killer.
“Angel will be in charge and assigning lists of chores. Let’s make this happen, people.” He clapped his hands.
“Don’t worry. We’re not starting today, but tomorrow, please be here early, and we’ll get this place set up. I’ll be sure to make hot chocolate, pies, and cookies for everyone.”
Angel had started to lose the guys’ interest at the prospect of doing any work tomorrow, but of course, his wife’s cooking always won them over.
Lash nodded at his wife that he’d be in his office, and Angel waved him away. He had to make a couple of phone calls.
Stepping into his office, he took a moment to look at the place. It wasn’t an overly large room. Not like their church, and many years ago, before the place was burnt to the ground, this had been all Tiny’s.
With the rebuild and restructuring, this office no longer resembled anything Tiny had done. This was all him. No one else had any influence over what he’d done. When he first took over from Tiny, he had felt so far out of his depth, but he also knew, Tiny couldn’t be their Prez. The man had been like a father to him, and in his own way, offered him guidance.
He moved behind his desk and lifted the receiver, pressing the speed dial button that would send him straight through to Devil’s cell phone. There was a time he’d had the man’s clubhouse on speed dial, but Devil was rarely at his desk. He was always moving around, and Lash had to wonder if that was how he’d stopped himself from growing old.
Devil was a similar age to Tiny, but where Tiny had handed over the reins of The Skulls MC, Devil had yet to do that with Chaos Bleeds. Tiny and Devil had a whole lot of history that had started long before The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds existed. He didn’t see Devil letting go of Chaos Bleeds anytime soon. Even with Simon returning and bringing in more men, and seeming to appear all normal and shit.
Simon had killed someone. Not that Lash could blame him. Tabitha, Simon’s wife and all-around sweetheart, was raped when she was young by Ryan, a kid from the Monster Dogs MC.
Lash pushed all of this to the back of his mind. He thought about his own two sons, Anthony and Connor. There was going to come a time when he was going to have to make a decision: Miles or Anthony.
Anthony was his son, but Miles was Tiny’s son, and the twin brother to Tabitha.
He ran a hand down his face, but he didn’t have to dwell on any possible decision soon as Devil answered.
“Please tell me this is good fucking news,” Devil said.
“It’s good fucking news.”
“About fucking time.”
Lash snorted. “Well, it depends on how you look at it. How would your old ass be able to handle a trip to Fort Wills?”
“Why?”
“Come on, man, it’s Christmas. Angel’s wanting a whole big family get-together.”
“And she sees us as family.”
“Don’t be like that. You all know that she does. We’re all the shit and tight and all that.”
Devil chuckled. “Why didn’t you get Tiny to call?”
“Because he wouldn’t want to. Dude’s getting older by the day, and besides, it’s my club.”
“Fine. Fine. I’ll talk to Lexie and call you back.”
“She is probably already on board with it. Angel has been talking to the women.”
Devil’s chuckle turned into a big old laugh. “No kidding. That explains why Lexie’s been talking my ear off about having some fun down in Fort Wills. Fuck me, that explains it all.”
“How is Lexie doing?”
“Still cancer-free, and I thank my lucky fucking stars for it.”
“Good news.”
“Right, I’ve got to go and guilt a woman, bye.” Devil was never the kind of guy for long, intense chats.
After putting the phone down, Lash stared at it for a couple of minutes before making up his mind, dialing Butch at Vegas.
The Vegas chapter of The Skulls was doing really well. Putting Butch as Prez had been a damn good idea. The men there were loyal as fuck as well.