Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Grabbing her wrist, I pulled her to my chest, not giving one shit about the pain or the wounds that probably shouldn’t have had my hundred-and-thirty pound woman lying over them. I made her look at me. “Fucking love you, woman.”
“Love you too,” she whispered back, and another tear fell. She laid her head on my chest, and I let her get rid of all the tears. I could hear people outside, and knew by the look of the room I had to be in the Hangmen compound. Well, by that and the massive Hangmen flag that covered the opposite wall.
“You killed two men.” My eyes shot down to Beauty’s blond head. She slowly lifted it so I could see her face. Her bottom lip shook. I nodded. Her eyes closed. “Just had to say it out loud.”
“I’ve killed a fuck-ton more. You know it.” I watched her for any kind of reaction. There was none. But she let out a long sigh. I pushed a piece of hair back from her cheek. “It’s the life I live. I know you ain’t seen it in the time we’ve been together.” I looked around the room. At Hades’ face looking down at me from the wall. Just like I’d ended up with the Klan, I had now found myself here. In a fucking den of killers.
I was a killer too.
Beauty looked away, but then turned her head to me. “I don’t care.” The weight that had been pressing on my chest as I waited for her reply lifted with those three words. She swallowed and moved in closer, until her lips hovered over my mouth. “I’m with you. No matter what. That’s all there is to it.” She smiled and stroked her finger down my cheek. “These past months with you have been the greatest of my life.” She kissed my lips. “I’m not giving you up now. No matter what happens next.”
Grabbing her head, I pressed my mouth to hers. Fucking tasting her and feeling that hot tongue against my own. I only pulled back when someone cleared their throat from the door. Over Beauty’s shoulder I saw Bull in the doorway. Beauty didn’t move away from me, just tucked her head into my neck and wrapped her arm around my waist.
“Good. You’re awake,” Bull said. He folded his arms over his chest, but his face looked different when he looked at me. More relaxed. I knew then that he’d always been somewhat guarded around me. But his eyes and jaw were less tense now. “Reaper wants to see you.”
“He’s just regained consciousness,” Beauty argued, sitting up, Bull getting the brunt of her wrath. He didn’t even flinch.
“It’s okay.” I threw the blanket off my legs and ripped the IV from my arm. “Jeans?” I asked Beauty.
“Tank—”
“Baby, I’m fine.” Her eyes flared, but she got off the bed and disappeared into the hallway.
“She never fucking left your side,” Bull said.
“How long was I out?”
“Couple of days. The doc we use kept you under the first day. You slept the rest on your own.” I nodded, then Beauty came back into the room holding a bag from the store she worked at. She pulled out some jeans and helped me get them on. I could’ve done it myself, but I wasn’t risking her cutting me the fuck down if I didn’t let her help. She pulled out a shirt too.
“Don’t need it.” I held my injured shoulder as I got to my feet. Beauty helped me put on my boots. She backed away and folded her arms across her chest, looking down at the floor. I stopped in front of her and lifted her chin with my free hand. She kept her eyes cast down, until my patience won out and she met my eyes. “What?” she snapped.
“I’ll be back soon. Then you can fuss over me as much as you fucking want, yeah?”
Beauty kicked the floor with her foot, looking too fucking adorable. But then she nodded, and a smile tugged on her mouth. She stepped closer until her chest was against mine. “Go.” I kissed her on the mouth.
“Letti and Marie are in the bar waiting for you,” Bull said. Beauty took my cell off the side table and put it in my pocket. “You need me, you call.” Beauty wrapped her arms, in the too-long sleeves of my hoodie, around her waist, then hightailed it out of the room. I couldn’t help but smirk. Fuck knows what she thought she could do against the Hangmen.
I followed Bull outside. It was early evening by the look of things. He led us to a big shed-looking structure away from the clubhouse. When he opened the door and we stepped inside, I saw all the Hangmen standing around the edges of the room . . . and in the center, tied to a chair, was Trace. His head lifted when I came in. My blood boiled to fucking lava in my veins as the cunt curled his fucking lip in disgust.