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)
My stomach tied itself in knots. I didn’t like the sound of this. “What’s going on?” Travis asked as he swung his leg over the bike.
“Ryan found a Bloody Royal in town. We’ve got him downstairs in the basement. The only thing he says is that he wants to talk to Katie.”
Travis clenched his jaw, that muscle in his jaw ticking again, and he grabbed my hand. “Then we’ll let him talk to Katie. We need him to talk. Bloody Royals don’t just show up fifteen hours away from home. There’s a reason he’s here, and we’re going to find that out.”
When we got down to the basement, Travis turned the light on. My eyes widened when I saw who it was. “Dad?” I whispered. “I – you – you’re supposed to be dead.”
I couldn’t fucking believe my eyes. They said that he was pronounced dead on the scene. How in the hell was he right in front of me, living and breathing, as if nothing had happened to him? You could tell he had been badly hurt during the accident, but this still didn’t make any fucking sense to me. How in the world was this possible?!
“Nicholas ran me off of the fucking road,” he muttered. I felt like my head was spinning. “He tried to fucking kill me. So, when the EMTs showed up, I told them to pronounce me dead and let me go. I got the hell out of there. It took me forever to find out where you were hiding.”
I threw my arms up in the air, not understanding any of these. Nicholas and my dad had always been close. Nicholas was like his own son!
“Why would he run you off the road and try to kill you?” I asked him incredulously.
“He and Henry Louis wanted us to join the clubs together.” I looked over my shoulder at Travis when my dad mentioned his father. Travis’s jaw was clenched even harder, if that were possible. “I refused to. When you join two clubs, it causes chaos, and people end up dying because of disagreements. There are too many men wanting control, and you lose control of everything.” I knew that. My dad never did patch overs or created other charters because of it. “Nicholas wanted us to join together because Henry knew that Travis had access to guns and other weapons, and Travis had ways to export them that none of us did. Their big dream is to kill Travis and everyone that stands behind him and gain access to all that Travis has. It’s pretty much all about them wanting to gain more power, which the Bloody Royals and the Black Skulls honestly don’t need.”
He took a deep breath, continuing on. “Because I absolutely refused to do what he wanted, shit in the club got bad, but I did my best to keep you out of it. When you disappeared, it got even worse. Nicholas saw your disappearance as a chance to off me. So, now that I’m out of the picture, they have to get rid of you and Amy because you two are also considered a problem for them. You’ve always been loyal to me and my wishes, and Amy has always had your back through everything, even through shit you two shouldn’t have been involved in. He didn’t need that around if he was going to execute his plan.”
“Couldn’t you go back though and try to solve all of this?” Travis asked him, finally speaking up. “Every member of the Bloody Royals has always been dedicated and loyal to you.”
My dad sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t want my people killed, and I know that Nicholas has threatened to murder everyone that turns into a traitor.”
I removed Travis’s pocket knife from his belt and walked over to my dad to cut the ropes off of him. When he was loose, I threw my arms around him and started crying. I couldn’t help myself.
He was alive.
It really did some emotional damage to a girl to think their dad was dead. On top of that, I hadn’t had any clue as to what happened to his body. It was even more overwhelming when he was suddenly sitting right in front of me as if nothing ever happened after believing for so long that he was dead.
My dad tightly wrapped his arms around me, kissing the top of my head. “Don’t cry, Angel. You’re way too pretty to cry.”
“I missed you,” I sobbed. “It was so hard. I thought you were dead, and I was never going to see you again. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”
He tilted my face up and wiped my tears away, chuckling as he did so as if any of this was funny. “Katie, you need to have more faith in your old man. You know it’s going to take a lot more than getting run off the road to kill me.”