Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Settling down isn’t in my cards. I’m an outlaw, and I love the adrenaline rush of living on the wrong side of the law more than I do my own life.
But then she steps into that bar, and my entire world flips upside down.
Her father is attacking our club. He ran the prez’s old lady off the road. We’ll do anything to take him out.
When I catch his daughter snooping around in town, asking questions about the prez’s old lady, it feels almost too good to be true. The perfect little revenge card.
But everything isn’t as black and white as we want it to be, and when I find out she’s a victim, too… I can’t – in good conscience – let her go back home.
Right?
But there are feelings in the mix – feelings I don’t know what to do with.
I can’t afford to get attached to her, but I also can’t stand the thought of letting her go.
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1
Carver
Ilifted my beer to my lips, listening to the table of women to my right as laughter burst from their lips, somehow being louder than the music. Some women could be funny when they were drinking and letting loose, but this table of women were just downright fucking annoying, especially after the exhausting day I’d had.
I’d spent the past few days doing recon, trying to figure out who had targeted Blink’s old lady, Lindsey, and who’d tried taking out Blink when he and Brian were doing an exchange a few weeks ago. But so far, it’d been a lot of early mornings and late nights with nothing to show for it.
We were still empty-handed, and I was agitated, tired, and just over this bullshit.
And if those girls to my right laughed like fucking hyenas one more time, I was going to lose my shit. Nothing could be that goddamn funny.
All I wanted to do was finish this beer, get my food whenever the kitchen got done making it, and head back to the clubhouse. It was late, and I was tired. While I was used to the lack of sleep from the military, driving for hours was exhausting and a hell of a lot different than standing watch overnight.
“Hey,” a woman’s soft voice spoke up a few barstools down from me. She was leaning on the bar, her tits practically spilling out of her low-cut tank top. She was a gorgeous woman with long, dark, curly hair, lips painted a blood-red, and pretty blue eyes. She had curves in all the right places, and had I been in a better mood and been better company, I’d have flirted a little until I got her to agree to meet me at a motel or in the bathrooms just down the hall.
I mean, fuck—the woman was just my type. And the sight of her alone was almost enough to give me the energy I needed to get a quick fuck in.
“What can I get ya?” the bartender asked, popping her gum. Macie, the bartender, was a local—had apparently been born and raised here and never left. She was a fiery redhead that didn’t put up with anyone’s shit. And her interest in men was zero.
Believe me—I’d tried.
“A beer. The cheapest you’ve got. And I wanted to ask you a question.” I perked up a little, definitely more interested in their conversation now. No one popped up in this town randomly asking questions. This was a tight-knit community, and I doubted the gorgeous brunette was popping in here to ask directions—not this far into town.
“What’s ya question, honey?” Macie asked as she grabbed a beer and popped the lid off before setting it on the bar in front of the woman.
“You seen a woman around here named Lindsey?” My grip around my bottle tightened, and I clenched my jaw. “I think she’s been hanging out with a local biker club?”
Macie frowned at her, every bit of friendliness disappearing from her face. Macie was loyal to the club and loyal to me and my brothers. She wasn’t a member by any means, but numerous times, we’d come when people got too rowdy and took care of the problem for her so she didn’t have to get the law involved. Macie and Lindsey had become good friends since Lindsey and Blink had been together, and I knew she’d never betray our queen like that.
This pretty little thing was fucking trouble.
“Don’t know her,” Macie lied to the woman. “But if she’s got anything to do with the Savage Crows, I’d steer clear, honey. Not a group you want to mess with.” Her eyes flickered to me for the briefest moment—too fast for the other woman to catch. “If you’re here to inquire, you better get the hell out of town. Those men don’t like being questioned, and they don’t like people snooping around either.”
The woman sighed and pushed back from the bar, setting a bill on the countertop without touching her beer. I watched as she walked away—unashamedly watching her ass as she did—and then stood from my own stool, slapping a twenty on the bar to cover my beer and the food I wouldn’t be getting tonight. Hopefully, Lindsey had leftovers in the fridge at the clubhouse.
“Keep the change,” I told Macie. “And take that meal home with you.”
She nodded once, grabbing the twenty off the bar as I followed the curly-haired woman out of the bar. I could feel Macie’s eyes on my back as I followed the brunette, but I knew she wouldn’t say a word. She was aware of the trouble we were facing, and she knew what had happened to Lindsey.
Macie could be counted on to turn a blind eye.
Keeping my distance and avoiding the parts of the lot with looser gravel, I tracked the woman like a predator. She was in my territory, and if there was a chance she knew something, especially if she came looking for Lindsey—who we’d been keeping at the clubhouse and out of the public eye—I was taking my chances with her.