Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I took a swig of water. As soon as the judge got word? Of course, they would have the fucking judge wrapped around their fingers and bowing down to their every fucking need. They’re all too big of fucking pussies to serve the entire time for their crimes.
“Let me guess,” I drawled, spinning my bottle around slowly. “You guys have the judge bowing down to your every need. What did you do to make that possible?”
Nicholas shrugged. “More like what James did. He saved the judge’s life. In the club, if you save someone’s life, that person owes you for the rest of theirs.”
Figures. It sounded exactly like something James would do. I wasn’t ashamed to say that the bastard was better off dead. Nobody was going to be missing him anytime soon – well, not anyone in my circle, anyway.
But still, something was off. No one was going for retaliation. No one was in a rush to get the president prepped for burial. And no one had been out looking for Katie when I’d brought her back home.
I pulled my phone out and texted Luke.
Did Katie ever mention anything about murdering anyone? -Travis
No. Why? Thinking about what happened earlier? -Ryan
Yeah. Get information on Zachary Taylor. I want it tonight. -Travis
I finished my bottle of water and tossed it into the trashcan. “Where are the spare bathrooms?” I asked Nicholas, who was still sitting quietly at the bar, staring down at his bottle of beer. “I need a shower.”
He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Yeah, to wash Katie’s pussy off of you,” he spat. His eyes met mine, rage filling them. I almost smirked. “You think I didn’t know? You two fucking smell like each other. I’m telling you that you better watch your back, Louis.” I narrowed my eyes at him, my palm flattening on the counter. “There are some people here that have wanted a piece of Katie since she turned sixteen and became legal. They’re not going to take kindly to the fact that you – a fucking outsider – got what they wanted so quickly.”
My lips twitched with a smirk, but I buried it down, keeping my features unreadable. “Trust me, Greene,” I said, using his last name, “the last thing your boys need to worry about is starting trouble with me.”
Nicholas sneered at me. “Going to get your daddy on us?” he taunted.
I stepped forward quickly, anger searing through my veins at the mention of that cold-hearted bastard. The whole fucking reason I hated bikers in the first place was because of that man.
I wrapped my hand around Nicholas’s throat, cutting off his air flow. He tugged at my arm, but he was tipsy, not to mention, I was stronger. “Let’s make something clear, Nicholas,” I growled. “I cut ties with my father a long fucking time ago because you bikers have no goddamn meaning of family and loyalty.” And that was proven here by them not doing what they could for James Holland and finding his daughter. “I have nothing to do with him. I handle my own business. The last thing you need to be worrying about is my fucking father.”
I released him and began to storm out of the room. “Well, you should be worried about him, Louis!” he hollered after me. “After all, he is on his way into town, and he and his crew will be staying here at the club house!”
I clenched my fists, my veins popping out against my skin, but I didn’t respond. Son of a bitch. On top of everything else, I was going to have to face my traitor of a fucking father.
Could life get any more fucking complicated right now?
Katie
I had been in this fucking gray holding cell for a couple of hours now. It was dark outside, and I only knew that because the officer on watch duty had told me.
And now, sleep was evading me.
It should have been easy to fall asleep since I was still relaxed from the time I spent with Travis. However, it was damn hard to get comfortable on these beds. I knew these holding cells weren’t designed for comfort, but fucking hell, sleeping on rocks might have felt better.
I sighed and rolled over onto my stomach. Thank God I wasn’t spending much more time in this shit hole. I’d hopefully be out tomorrow. Otherwise, I was calling someone and getting my ass bailed out.
“Hey, officer, what time is it now?” I called out.
The officer on duty grunted. “Midnight,” he called back. “Go to sleep. You’ll need it tomorrow.”
I rolled my eyes and ignored his last statement. “What time is my hearing tomorrow?”
“Nine in the morning, thankfully,” he informed me. “I fucking hate it when they bring your ass in here. I don’t know why they don’t just ignore your charges and warrants. You get off easy every time anyway.”