Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 53428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Get on with it.
Next, fire shot from their headlights, lighting up the estate in a glow and filling the air with a crackling heat. Smoke rose around them. The Coffin Cheaters were all about fire. Always. They didn’t just use guns, they were liable to set everything ablaze with your family and you in it.
Killer Crows had lost many to their fires.
Come on, Gypsy. There’s a peace treaty. Don’t give me new trouble.
More flames rose in the air, as the Coffin Cheaters roared.
I glanced at Santino to see his reaction.
A bored expression covered his face.
At least, he isn’t easily rattled.
I smiled.
He is going to be just fine in Paradise City.
I turned back to Gypsy right as he climbed off his bike and prowled forward.
I could never deny the haunting physical beauty of this man. His features were chiseled perfection, his shoulders broad and strong. His long brown hair cascaded down his neck like a river of silk, mesmerizing any women near him.
But through spending alone time with Gypsy, I quickly realized the twisted reality that he lived in, and wanted no part of it.
The rest of the Coffin Cheaters put away their fire. More smoke swarmed around the bikers.
Here we go.
Gypsy stopped three feet in front of us. Again, his gaze went back to Santino’s and my intertwined hands.
I tensed, wishing I had my guns with me. “How can I help you this evening, Gypsy?”
He directed his gaze to my face. “Who is this guy?”
Santino spoke, before I could, “Answer her question.”
Gypsy didn’t look his way. “It usually takes you time to warm to a guy, but you’re holding hands. And I know he has not been in the area too long. I have people watching you.”
What the fuck?
“I’m confused.” Gypsy frowned. “How long have you been dating him?”
I did my best to keep my annoyance off my face. “Gypsy, you’re interrupting our ceremony—”
“About that.” Gypsy’s gaze scanned all of the masked Killer Crows by the lake.
They all stared at us, probably assessing every move I made. Surely many hoped to get revenge. While the rest wondered if I could truly lead them.
Gypsy put his view back on me. “A ceremony to mourn your dead, and the Coffin Cheaters were not invited? Are we no longer family?”
I have no idea anymore.
“Gypsy, it has been a crazy month,” I said. “Let us finish this conversation in a few days.”
“Where is my brother, Pedro? I haven’t heard from him in weeks. Every time I have called here, no one has given me answers.”
I had no idea you were calling. It must have been the old Board hiding more shit from me.
Tension gathered in my shoulders. “Truthfully, I have no idea about this, but I plan to investigate—”
“Your sister is dead. Is my brother also?”
Santino glared. “Kashmere just said that she did not know. That is the end of it.”
Gypsy turned to Santino for the first time that evening. “Kashmere, can you tell your doggy to be silent while we talk?”
“Coffin Cheaters.” Santino let go of my hand. “I like the title. Very bold. Escapers of death. Right?”
Gypsy’s expression turned to stone.
More of Santino’s men gathered behind us.
Meanwhile, Gypsy continued to appear unfazed.
“However.” Santino raised one finger and wagged it. “I could show you how wrong that name really is. You won’t cheat death with me.”
I blinked.
A mind-numbing silence ensued as both men glared at each other. The air crackled with testosterone.
I stepped forward. “Gypsy, this is my fiancé, Santino.”
Gypsy slowly directed his gaze to me. “I am confused by a lot of things this evening.”
I eyed him. “What are you confused about?”
“Now that Chanel has passed, who is in charge of the Killer Crows?”
“I am.”
“Correction.” Gypsy shook his head. “Pedro would be in charge.”
Rage rose within me. “Pedro has been missing this entire time, and even if he wasn’t, only Jones blood would sit on this throne.”
“That wasn’t the guidelines of our peace treaty.” Gypsy sneered. “Where is my brother?”
“I don’t know, but I will find out.”
“If he is dead, then I expect the Coffin Cheaters to be given answers and well-compensated for whatever happened.”
“Fine.” I shrugged. “Once I know, I got you.”
Gypsy kept his glare on me. “Good.”
“Awesome.”
Then, he formed his lips into a cruel smile. “However, if my brother is gone, you do understand that a new arrangement must be made between us.”
“Give me a week and we can discuss all of this. Right now, I am busy.”
“Busy?” He twisted his face like he had just swallowed something nasty. “Busy planning for your supposed wedding?”
“Gypsy, we will talk later. Have a good evening.”
“Not so fast.” Gypsy stepped forward.
Santino frowned.
Gypsy kept his view on me. “Our peace treaty only exists because Killer Crows and the Coffin Cheaters became family through marriage.”
“I know what the treaty is about—”
“Then, you know that if you are now the new head of the Killer Crows, then our treaty dictates that you marry the next new head of the Coffin Cheaters.”