Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Ivan was no longer in my territory, but I still had a job to do, and as I glance down at my watch, I see he is late. I don’t like when people are late.
Sipping at my whiskey, I hold my cell phone within my grasp. The temptation to look at Adelaide is strong. The doctor told me she had made a full recovery. With her listening to his advice and resting, the wounds had healed nicely.
The doctor had told me there were some lasting effects from the pregnancy, but they would go away in time, once her body realized she was no longer pregnant. I’d not allowed him to tell her she’d been pregnant. There was a lot she didn’t know, and for now I wanted to keep her in the dark.
I was aware of the texts Nathan had sent her, which I didn’t like, but there was nothing I could do to stop them. They had been friends some time now. She had no idea he was a hired hit man.
I was starting to feel that Adelaide was a fucking magnet to problems. It was turning into a task just to keep her alive.
The man I’d been waiting for, entered. He wasn’t wearing his leather cut, as he told me he wouldn’t. Evil Savages MC wouldn’t be seen here. Not in a Bratva brothel.
Rage, the VP, was the man I needed to see, to come to some arrangement. Ive had already taken Lottie into his territory, and I had a feeling Ivan was preparing his plans for her. The man looked positively vicious. I’m surprised he’s not the prez of the Evil Savages MC. My men had done their workup on him, and he wasn’t one to be messed with. Rage wasn’t his name out of coincidence. It was said he was a man with a very short temper, and the moment you set him off, even the Devil himself quivered in fear.
He was large. Scary-looking motherfucker.
But then, so was I.
Rage sat down at the table, and I already knew he’d assessed the room and figured exactly how to escape if this went south.
Neither of us spoke. Each of us were watching each other, trying to decipher what the other was up to. I knew what I wanted, but as for Rage, I needed to know his agenda, and fast. Was he going to be a team player, or would he become another problem?
I snap my fingers at Leo and my guard leaves and heads toward the bar.
“Drink?” I asked. I didn’t have all day to sit around and chat.
“Whiskey,” Rage said.
His voice was gruff.
Leo came back with two drinks, placing them both on the table. Rage didn’t reach for his and neither did I. The whiskey here wasn’t as good as the stuff I had back at home. I didn’t want to think of home as that took my thoughts to Adelaide.
“Let’s cut to the fucking chase rather than measuring our dicks,” Rage said. “You want something from me. What?”
“I want Demon’s head.”
“Not going to happen. Try again.”
“Do you think what he’s doing with the club will allow you all to live?” I asked.
Rage laughed. “I’m in your territory right now and I’m still breathing.”
“For now, you’re alive because I will it, but at any moment with the snap of my fingers, your life would be mine.” I hold my fingers up and snap them.
“You think I’m afraid of you, pretty boy?” Rage asked.
“I think you should be.” I point at my body. “All of this, it’s fucking fake, and that’s why you’re showing me respect right now. It’s why you’re not wearing your colors, and why you agreed to meet with me. Some of my men believe you would rather work with me than against me.”
“I should have known there were rats in the club.”
“Do rats make sure your club survives?” I asked. “Because from where I’m sitting, Evil Savages MC’s days are numbered.”
Rage sits back, stares at me for a few moments, and then reaches for his drink. “I’d heard about you, you know. Before you got all big and powerful.”
There’s no need to ask about what. I’m quite aware of my reputation. I’d lived it so I know exactly what is said about me.
“You ran from your father.”
This did make me smile.
“They say you weren’t his kid, that he beat you within an inch of your life. That you can take a great deal of beatings. People think you can’t be killed,” Rage said.
“Do you believe the stories they make up to scare little kids?” I asked.
“I know what I see, and you’re a man who is one scary motherfucker. I have to wonder why you decided to talk to me rather than Demon. He’s my prez. I follow him.”
“But you don’t agree with him. When the rumor of Ivan Volkov’s death got to your club, you didn’t agree with attacking my territory. Trust me, Rage, I can wipe your club out without a care in the world, but that’s bad business. I have no interest in a war between us. I’m aware of how big your club is, how far it’s spread.” I could kill them all, and it would certainly provide me some good sport for a while, but I wasn’t interested in that.