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 snorted. “Travis doesn’t love me. He cares about me, yeah, but he doesn’t love me.”
What he had said last night before I had fallen asleep popped into my brain. Could he love me and not know it yet? He had said I was doing crazy things to his heart, but what in the hell was that supposed to mean?
I sighed. “I still don’t like you, though, just so we’re clear,” I told her. She had come in here and wreaked havoc for no damn reason. She should have asked questions first instead of assuming shit. “I need you to keep me informed of what you find out, though. I might just be able to fix this problem, but it’s going to take time and cooperation. Find out everything you can for me.”
With that, I turned on my heel and walked inside. I found Travis in the dining room, finishing his food. He looked me over. “You didn’t fight her, did you?”
“Punched her in the face, but only because she busted my fucking windshield with a tire iron.” I pointed my finger at him. “You better make sure she replaces it,” I demanded.
He clenched his jaw but didn’t say anything else. Smart man, he was. I was really fucking aggravated about the shit I had just found out. The people I had called family for years were just a bunch of fucking traitorous bitches.
“You look like you have something on your mind,” he finally said, still looking at me. “Do you want to talk about it?”
I really didn’t want to send him on a rampage, but he needed to know. This was about him, after all. His dad was mixed up in all of this also, so it was only fair. Besides, he couldn’t protect himself if he didn’t know to watch his back wherever he went.
“Yeah. I’ll be upstairs.” I walked out of the dining room and saw Leanne coming into the house. “You’re paying to have my windshield fixed,” I snapped at her.
I turned back towards my destination, not bothering to hear what she had to say.
Fuck, this shit had my head running in circles.
I walked up the stairs and into Travis’s bedroom. Travis came in behind me and closed the door behind us. “Start talking,” he ordered.
I bit my lip. “Well, I guess I could start by saying that I don’t think my dad’s death was an accident, but I would just be beating around the bush. So, I’ll go ahead and tell you, and let you get your anger out.” I thought for a moment and realized I didn’t even know the name of the club he used to be in. “What’s the name of your dad’s club?”
“Black Skulls. Now, tell me what the fuck is going on,” he ground out, his jaw already beginning to tick. I think he had a feeling about where I was going with this talk.
“The Bloody Royals and the Black Skulls have formed an alliance,” I informed him. Travis clenched his jaw. “From what Leanne was telling me, their newest mission is to have you killed.”
He clenched his fist. “I knew there was a fucking reason they were pawning you and Amy off on me,” he growled. “It’s so fucking simple. I could have figured this shit out a long time ago if I wasn’t so damn caught up in other things.”
“What do you mean?” I asked him, arching my eyebrow. I better not be considered ‘other things’.
“You said your dad’s death wasn’t accidental, and you’re probably right. As much as I hate your dad, he wouldn’t have me killed for no fucking reason, and his hatred of me isn’t a good enough reason for him to order that kind of hit.” I nodded in agreement. My dad wasn’t hot-headed. I got that trait all from my mother. “Your dad is too smart to act on something as small as that. However, Nicholas thinks it is. We’ve always had problems between us and could never get along when your dad and mine met up to discuss shit. They got your dad out of the picture, so the VP would automatically get the President’s spot, well, except in the Bloody Royals.”
The Bloody Royals were an exception to the VP gets the President’s spot rule. The child of the president had always gotten it. I frowned as I began to follow his train of thought. Get me out of the picture, and Nicholas had the throne of the Bloody Royals all to himself.
Travis continued on with his explanation. “Therefore, they threatened the lawyer so he would change your dad’s will, and they forged his signature to it. Simple as that, his only child is out of the way, and Nicholas gets the President patch.” Travis began to pace. “My dad and I have never gotten along. When he found out I was out of jail, it was obvious he wanted me dead for never coming back. To him, that’s betrayal, though he betrayed me first.” I snorted because Travis certainly had that fucking right. “Therefore, they led all of us to believe they were only forming an alliance, when in reality, they’re joining the clubs.”