Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
People were picking at their food, but by how they all perked up when we walked into the room, they’d been more interested in learning what had happened.
Storm took Elise to the table where Fox, Mav, and their women sat. “Need to talk,” he told the men gruffly. Sensing his urgency, especially when they saw my expression as well, they nodded and climbed to their feet.
Fox’s gaze shifted to Elise, then back to me, rather than Storm. Not much got past our prez, which was how he’d earned his road name. “Molly and Dahlia will take care of her,” he assured me, though Storm was the one who responded.
“Thanks.” His face softened when his eyes went to his sister. “You’ll be okay?”
“You’re, um…all going?” she asked.
“I won’t be long,” Storm assured her, putting his arm around her for a quick hug that made me want to rip the limb clean off.
“Okay.” Elise’s brown eyes darted in my direction for just a moment, but it was long enough for me to see a spark of disappointment. I suppressed a smile as I followed my brothers to the door. Before I left, I glanced back and winked at her. Twin spots of pink bloomed on her cheeks, and her plush mouth rose slightly at the corners.
As I made my way to the prez’s office, I wondered how much of that pretty blush would cover her body when I made her come. “Dammit,” I grunted, trying to think of something that would get rid of the steel shaft in my pants. Carefully, since I was painfully hard, I adjusted myself before entering the office.
I quickly dropped onto a chair and silently exhaled in relief when no one seemed to notice the state of my groin.
Before anyone could speak, Whiskey joined us, followed by a few enforcers—including Deviant, who was our tech expert. I felt an irrational surge of aggression toward Whiskey, but I couldn’t help it. Especially anytime I thought about my woman on the back of his bike. As grateful as I was to him for showing up in time to save Elise from that bastard, I hated the idea of her wrapped around him.
I was incredibly relieved when Fox started the meeting because it took my mind off all the ways I wanted to kick Whiskey’s ass. And my fury at Elise’s attacker eclipsed my growing hunger for her.
“What happened?” Fox asked Storm.
Elise’s brother explained the situation, and as he told them about the drug deal she’d witnessed, the tension in the room became deadly.
The Iron Rogues often worked outside the law, and we had our own brand of justice. Our hands were all kinds of dirty, but we didn’t tolerate any association with drugs. Any members caught using were given the choice of rehab or leaving the MC—the first time.
We didn’t allow them in our businesses, and we’d even assisted local law enforcement in busting up some drug rings in the area…unofficially.
Our zero tolerance for drugs was no secret, so finding out that this lowlife had not only violated our rules but then attempted to kill an innocent woman to avoid being caught had every one of us itching to put a bullet in the asshole. Especially since she belonged to the club—first as Storm’s sister and now because she would be my old lady.
Fox’s dark gaze landed on Deviant. “Have Savage send over the security footage. Do whatever you have to. Get me a motherfucking name.”
After Deviant nodded, Storm spoke up. “I can comb the security footage—”
Fox held up his hand, making Storm go silent. “You have to leave on a run tomorrow.”
Storm blinked, then his expression filled with guilt. “Right. Shit. Can’t believe I forgot.” A tortured look entered his eyes, and he ran his hands through his hair. “But my sister—”
“She’s got all of us, brother,” Mav assured him. “You know every one of us will protect her with our life. And we’ll let you know as soon as we have something to go on.”
“I’ll come right back.”
Fox shook his head. “No. Focus on the run and on your woman. If shit hasn’t been handled when you get back, we’ll get you up to speed and let you handle the asshole. Blakely comes first. You’ve waited long enough, and that situation could blow the fuck up any day.”
I understood why Storm was torn. He felt like he was choosing between his sister and his woman. Not that he’d claimed her since she’d just barely turned eighteen a week ago. She wasn’t living in great circumstances, and he wanted to get her out before anything damaging happened.
My instinct was to tell him that I would take care of Elise myself, that she was mine and I’d never let anything happen to her. But I had a feeling that would only make matters worse. His head was a mess right then, and he needed to clear it and focus. So I made the vow silently, if only to make myself feel better.