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)
“Lottie doesn’t deserve this.”
“My man isn’t so bad. He’s a little rough around the edges but no harm will come to her as his wife. He’s my brigadier. Trust me, her life will be saved.”
Rage didn’t like it. I couldn’t blame him. Thinking of a daughter, I couldn’t help but imagine a little baby girl with Adelaide’s sweet features running around the house. It made me smile, just a little, and then I composed myself. Now was not the time to be getting fucking sentimental, or hoping for a future that might not happen.
“What do you need from me?” Rage asked.
“It’s quite simple, you need to find out where loyalties lie in the club, and when Demon dies, you kill those who follow him.”
Rage cursed.
“You need to become prez of the club,” Ivan said. “If you don’t, then I’m going to kill you all, and I’ll throw Lottie into the mix for good measure.”
The calm negotiating man was gone. In his place was the cold monster rarely seen. It had been a long time since I saw the real Ivan unleashed. There were times I had to wonder if I imagined seeing the cruelty within him. He would do it, even if it wasn’t his plan. If Rage didn’t agree, Evil Savages MC would die.
“If I agree with this,” Rage said, after a moment’s hesitation. “I’m not going to be your fucking toy. I’m not going to be at your beck and call.”
“Precisely. We will have an agreement and you could say we’ll be a family, of sorts.”
Rage sighed. “I want to see Lottie first.”
“Not until the day of the wedding,” Ivan said.
“I need to know she’s safe.”
Ivan clicked his tongue and then pulled out his cell phone, typing on the screen.
“Lottie,” he said.
There was a pause and I waited. Rage stepped a little closer, and I reached for my gun but Ivan shook his head at me. Seconds passed, minutes, and then he clicked on his cell phone and held it up.
“H-hello?”
“Lottie, sweetheart?”
“Rage?”
“Yeah, honey, it’s me.”
“Are you coming to get me? Please, Rage, please.”
Ivan tutted. “Now Lottie, tell the kind man, are you hurting?”
“N-no.”
“Good. Are you being fed?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good. That will be all.”
Ivan ended the call and Rage charged at Ivan, who with a quick jab of his hand had choked Rage, who fell to the floor.
“Lottie is safe and well. Do we have a deal?”
Rage had his hands against his throat.
Ivan tutted. “Come on, I didn’t hurt you that badly.”
It took Rage a few minutes but he got to his feet and agreed. Ivan held his hand out and Rage looked at the greeting. I waited. Rage shook his hand and stepped back.
“There is one thing,” I said. “I want to know when Bethany came to you.”
Rage frowned. “Who the fuck is Bethany?”
Chapter Seventeen
Adelaide
I love the house. It’s spacious and warm. There isn’t a lot of furniture but Andrei had already told me to go shopping for some, which is why I was dragging him from store to store, forcing him to help me choose. With my hand in his, we walked into the third one and I knew Andrei was getting fed up. I had the color palette in my hands, and we started to look at the sofas.
“You know I can pay someone to do this,” Andrei said.
I stare down at the cream sofa, and sink into the seat. It’s not quite fluffy enough. I know it’s weird but the best way to choose a sofa is to test it out with your ass, by actually sitting in it.
“I know. You can pay anyone to do anything. You’ve told me enough times, but I don’t want to ask someone to pick out my furniture, Andrei.” Patting the seat beside me, I wait. “I want us both to choose stuff for our place. Is that too much to ask?”
Andrei grumbled but sat down beside me, taking my hand in his, locking our fingers together. I can’t help but look at the Volkov ink on his hands.
On one of the visits with Aurora, I noticed she had a band around her wrist. I’d asked her about it, but she had clammed up, saying it wasn’t important.
“I like this one,” he said.
I wriggle my ass from side to side and tut. “No, it’s not comfortable enough. My ass will ache from sitting in it for too long.”
“Doesn’t everyone’s ass ache from sitting too long?”
I wave my hand as if to ignore his statement. “You know what I mean.”
“No, if I did, we’d have bought the sofa we saw an hour ago.”
“Ew, that was green, and wouldn’t have gone with the room.”
“Ugh, I don’t care about that.”
I chuckled and walked up to him, putting a hand on his chest. “And what if Ivan thinks about it? What if he cares how a place looks?”