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)
He drew a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair, his eyes still searching the restaurant for potential threats. “Nicholas needs you and Amy out of the picture as soon as possible.” I already knew that. “If your dad is having contact with you two, shit could end badly for the clubs. Not to mention, you’re also connected to Travis, and they know you’ll back him up one hundred percent, and Amy has always backed you up, even in stupid shit.”
“How many Black Skulls are there?” I asked him.
“Close to eighty,” he said. I cringed. “Henry is pulling together his charters. I never see them all at one time, though. From what I’m understanding, half of them are still back in the Black Skulls territory watching over things there. The number of Black Skulls here is dwindling though. People are getting pissed off and making others disappear.”
This was going to end in a catastrophe. Family turning on family meant disaster. “Tell me about the Bloody Royals,” I ordered.
“It’s bad, Katie. It’s really fucking bad. Nicholas is like a fucking killing machine, and his anger is fucking lethal. He shot up a deli-mart the other day just because he thought someone was talking about him in the fucking ice-cream aisle.” I clenched my jaw. I didn’t even want to know about all the innocents that had most likely gotten slaughtered. “He’s got a warrant out for his arrest, but he’s laying low. The cops have searched the clubhouse high and low numerous times trying to find him, but when they show up, Nicholas runs out of the back door. Fucking feds are crawling the town.”
I cursed. I knew Nicholas was mean as hell, but this was over the top. “How many people died in the shooting?” I asked, afraid of the answer.
“Everyone inside.” I closed my eyes, drawing in a deep breath. “Too many people got buried, Katie. That shit will forever be burned in my mind.” He took a sip of his coffee. “There’s a lot of people pissed off with the Bloody Royals, and they’re demanding that the club be shut down for good or a Holland take back over.”
They had a while before that could happen, unfortunately. “What’s Henry’s daily routine?” I asked him.
“He has no real routine. He and Nicholas stay at the clubhouse all day and night long unless they figure out how to slip by law enforcement. They’re wanted, so it’s not safe for them to be out in public.”
I nodded once. “If you need anything or you get threatened, give me a call. I’ll get your ass out of trouble; I promise,” I swore to him.
His eyes locked with someone over my shoulder. Liam cursed and suddenly gripped my arm, yanking me out of the chair, shoving me in front of him, pushing me towards the back door. “Go!” he hollered. “Fucking run!”
The loud sound of a gunshot rang in my ears, and a bullet whizzed past my head. I ducked down, and we ran like hell. I pushed out of the back door, and he yanked me towards his bike. I jumped on behind him, wrapping my arms tight around his waist. Not wasting a beat, he took off with his tires squealing on the pavement. When we were positive that we weren’t being followed, I told him to go to the hotel where Travis and I were staying at. “Get inside,” he told me as I slid off of his bike. “I’ll call you in a bit.”
“Are you going to be okay?” I asked him, worry for Liam making my stomach churn. I thought I might get sick. Liam was pretty close to me and my dad, and I didn’t want his death on my hands.
I felt someone yank on my arm, turning me towards the hotel entrance. “Get the fuck inside,” Travis growled in my ear.
He nodded once at Liam, and Liam took off to wherever the hell he was going, not answering my question. I didn’t say a word, fear for Liam crawling through my veins. Travis led me inside and up to our room. He slammed the door closed behind us, making me flinch before he ran a hand through his hair. “For fuck’s sake!” he finally roared. “Damn it, Katie, you could have gotten killed!”
I didn’t get a chance to respond to him or help soothe his nerves. He yanked me against him, his lips coming down on mine, kissing me roughly. The kiss was filled with desperation, like he was terrified that I was going to disappear right from his arms. He pulled his lips away and yanked my shirt over my head. His lips met mine again as he unbuttoned my jeans, pushing them down my legs.
Yeah, he was desperate alright. It was worrying me, but I was going to let him take what he wanted to make himself feel okay again.