Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Like Deacon hadn’t heard that one before.
“Got a lot to say for someone on his knees, asshole,” Rook said, wiping some of the blood from the corner of his own mouth with the back of his hand.
“You only got the upper hand once the boy joined you.”
The “boy” must be Whip.
“Otherwise, that cunt bitch and you would both be dead.” He glanced around the circle. “Which one of you is she giving it up to now? Or is it all of you? I wouldn’t doubt she likes a good gang bang. She was a little whore who was good with her mouth. She asked me to smack her around because she liked it. Begged for it.”
A frustrated scream and a whole slew of curses came from behind Deacon and Reilly rushed the circle, trying to break through. Rev caught her by the waist and held her back.
Rook stepped in front of Warren and spat a bloody hocker on his face. As it slid down the man’s cheek, Warren lunged forward, trying to head butt Rook in the groin. He jumped back out of reach just in time.
Warren lost his balance and fell forward onto his face in the dirt.
Cage reached down, grabbed him by the back of the hair and yanked him back up to his knees.
“Yo!” Dutch hollered and snagged Warren’s bat from Reese’s hands. “Christ! This ain’t the major leagues, woman.”
Where the fuck had she found that?
“Hang on to her,” Deacon told him.
The old man grabbed Reese around the waist and held tight, just like Rev did with her sister.
“Just let me—”
“No,” Deacon barked, cutting her off. “Stay out of it.”
“Deacon!”
“No. If you can’t keep your shit together, I’ll have them drag you out of here. You were supposed to stay in the fuckin’ truck.” He turned and jabbed a finger at Reilly. “And you were supposed to stay in the fuckin’ office. Neither of you fuckin’ listen.”
Warren laughed. “This is why you got to teach them a fucking lesson. Teach them obedience. It’s what they want. In the end, they thank you for it. Haven’t learned that yet? Oh that’s right, you don’t fuck women, they probably peg you instead.”
“What the hell did I ever see in you?” Reilly rage whispered, her face red and her hair wild as she struggled to escape Rev’s arms.
“My big dick. You liked it in your mouth and in your fucking ass.”
She was snarling while clawing at Rev’s arms, her fingernails digging deep enough to draw blood, but the younger brother kept a tight hold on her. “I hope you get fucked up the ass in prison, asshole!”
Warren blew her a kiss. “I’ll just find you again when I get out, baby. I look forward to getting a piece of that tight ass again. And next time you might remember the lesson I taught you about sharing what’s yours with your man.”
“You gotta go to prison first to get out,” Deacon reminded him.
Warren laughed. “What are you going to do? Huh, pretty boy? Kick my ass while my hands are tied behind my back? Do you need that advantage?”
“Take them inside.” His order was low and quiet, but it was heard.
“Deacon!” Reese yelled as Dutch battled to get her into the garage.
Reilly had stopped struggling but Rev kept a tight grip on her anyway, most likely expecting her to make a break for it, as he maneuvered her inside behind Dutch and Reese.
“Close the door. Keep them in there.”
The steel door slammed shut, cutting off Reese’s loud demands and complaints.
Without looking at Whip, Deacon said, “Go stand in front of it. Make sure no one comes out.”
Whip moved to guard the door without a word.
Deacon lifted his gaze, which had been locked with Warren’s, to Judge. “Uncuff him.”
His cousin stared at him for a few long seconds. Then his lips pressed into a thin line and he pulled a cuff key from the little front pocket of his cut before moving behind Warren.
Warren’s eyes narrowed on Deacon and he smirked.
Deacon planned on wiping that smirk off his fucking face.
But he wanted to give the asshole a fair chance. Unlike Warren did with Reilly after stealing all her money and beating the fuck out of her. Unlike Warren did with Reese in the parking lot that night.
“Get up,” Deacon growled. Pictures of Reilly’s injuries flashed through his mind. Snapshots of Reese’s face with the bruises and cuts tugged at his memory.
All that pain and damage due to the one so-called “man” in front of him. The one who would’ve snuffed out Reilly’s life with a baseball bat without blinking an eye.
With not a care. Not a regret.
To Warren, Reilly had been only pussy and a free ride. He used and abused her.
“Get him up,” Deacon shouted when Warren didn’t stand fast enough.
As Cage and Judge reached for Warren, the fucker surged to his feet, stepping away from Deacon’s two brothers and taking one step closer toward him.