Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Poor Audrey won’t know what hit her,” Silas shook his head. “Maybe Fender can tape the encounter.”
I almost felt sorry for my sister.
He’d draw her in with his easy nature and get her to talk. He’d act like he wasn’t a big deal, then, when she least expected it, he’d talk her out of her panties.
Or he would try if I didn’t say something to him first.
Because there was no way in hell I was allowing that manwhore to add my sister to his notch post.
“Will do,” I said. “We meeting with the rest of the brothers the day after tomorrow?” I asked for confirmation.
Lynn nodded. “That should give your Fender time to get Audrey out and clear.”
He was right.
“All right then” I said, saluting the two men with two fingers before hanging up.
I immediately dialed Fender’s number.
“Hello?” came Fender’s relaxed drawl.
“I have a favor I need to ask of you,” I said to the man without preamble. “Can you get off of work long enough for a week and some change?”
Fender grunted. “Likely.”
“Good,” I said. Then laid out my plan.
Fender sighed when I was done. “You had me until you said I couldn’t have her.”
I grinned. “She’s delicate,” I hesitated, wondering if I should say this second part or not. Then decided, fuck it. He may need to know that information if she started to freak out. “She’s…she’s like Amy.”
Fender was quiet for a long time. So long that I had to check my phone to see if we were still connected.
“Fender?”
“I’ll help her. And I won’t touch her,” came Fender’s promise.
My head dropped. “Thanks man.”
Amy had been why Fender had gotten my vote to become a fully patched member of the Dixie Wardens MC.
Big Papa, our pseudo president who refused to take the mantle, had asked Fender what his biggest sin was.
He hadn’t hesitated in stating it.
My best friend, since I was four, raped my sister over and over again for nearly two years, whenever he came over to my house. I didn’t know what was going on, and Amy, my sister, hadn’t told anybody what was going on, because my ex-best friend had threatened her with killing me in my sleep. It was one night, when I woke up to find my room empty, and Jay nowhere in sight.
I’d gotten up to search for him when I heard weird noises coming from my fifteen-year-old sister’s room.
I pushed the door open, thinking she was having a nightmare, when I found Jay on her bed raping her. He’d had her face covered with a pillow, and she was being forced down with the comforter off of her bed holding her upper body immobile.
I snapped. Killed him in a fit of rage.
I couldn’t say that I wouldn’t have done the same thing if that had been me.
I’d have killed to have the closure that Fender did.
When I hung up, I dropped my hand to my face and rubbed it vigorously.
Now I needed to call my wife and ask her to call my sister and tell her not to freak out when some strange man showed up at her door.
A smile lit my face.
I hadn’t gotten to call her in a really, really long time. And I couldn’t fucking wait to hear her voice.
***
Mina
I picked up the phone and answered it while also charting what I’d just administered to a patient in room three
“Mooresville ER, this is Mina.”
“Hey,” came the growly reply.
My eyes closed, and a knot formed in my throat, as a shiver stole over my body.
I hadn’t heard that voice over a phone line in such a long time that it was nearly debilitating to finally have that again.
“Hey,” I said, my voice coming out husky and choked with emotion.
“Baby,” came his whispered, gruff reply. “Are you okay?”
The computer screen in front of my face swam.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I said softly, dashing away a tear with the back of my hand when it spilled out of my eye. “Are you okay?”
“Yes and no,” he answered hesitantly. “I need you to call Audrey and tell her that one of the boys over here is going to come get her.”
My brows rose.
“Is she in trouble?” I asked worriedly.
Audrey and I had turned into each other’s go-to person.
After Tunnel had died, we’d had no one left but each other, and we’d used that to our advantage and strengthened the bond we already had.
Sure, I’d had the club, but none of them felt the supreme feeling of loss that Audrey and I felt, making us closer than anyone else could ever be.
And I suddenly felt like shit, because I now had Tunnel back, and she didn’t.
“No, she’s not in trouble,” Ghost said. “Not yet, anyway. Not if we can get her back with us in time.”
I frowned.
“What’s going on?” I pushed.
“From what I hear, my parents have somehow cajoled her into moving with them.”