Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Keeping my calm, I say simply, “Lookin’ for my sister.”
Marshall looks slightly shocked by my answer, but then a smile spreads across his face. “Clara? Well, that’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time. Pity about her, she was a pretty young thing, but no brains in that head of hers.”
It takes everything inside me not to punch his smug fucking face.
“Whatever it is you’re here for, spit it out. I don’t have all fuckin’ night,” I seethe.
He smiles, but it’s nothing but cold and empty. “I don’t appreciate people snooping around in my business. As I’m sure you’re aware, I don’t react well to that kind of situation. Your woman put her nose in my business, and I’m going to need to rectify that.”
“You so much as touch a hair on her head, I’ll hunt you down and gut you like a fuckin’ fish,” I bark.
“Now now, there’s no need to get testy, Cade. I’m sure we can come up with something.”
“What do you want?” Spike is the one to speak now. “Because, cunt, my patience is running out.”
Marshall looks at Spike as if he’s nothing more than a speck of dirt. “Bad language isn’t needed, biker. I’m here to make a deal.”
“Well, it’s your lucky night, because so are we,” I say, crossing my arms.
Marhsall grins. “Last time I checked, I was the one with the upper hand.”
“We have somethin’ you might be interested in.”
He looks curious, enough to give a sharp nod for me to go on.
“Wesley.”
I only need to say a single name, and I know that he is immediately curious because of the small, sadistic smile that spreads across his hideous fucking face.
“You know where Wesley is?”
“I can find him. I also know he has what you might be lookin’ to sell. I know, because we gave it to him.”
Janine gave it to him, in hopes he would go away, and thus far he has but it’s only because the fucker is in hiding. He knows that people will come after the guns and jewels he has, and I know one of those fuckers is Marshall. It’s a stab in the dark, but judging by the look on Marshall’s face, he is looking for Wesley as much as anyone else is.
“What’s the deal, biker?” Marshall asks, his voice low.
“Simple. You tell me what happened to my sister and agree to leave the club alone, and we’ll deliver you Wesley and the things he has that you want.”
Marshall’s grin spreads across his face, and I can sense Jackson coming up beside me, his demeanor ready for a fight. I raise my hand, putting it across his chest, letting him know it’s good. I’ve got this.
“Your woman came into my territory and messed around with things she shouldn’t be messing with. You’re telling me your club isn’t going to want a piece of that?”
“I can fuckin’ assure you,” I grind out. “This club ain’t interested in what you’re doin’. We have our own business. My woman won’t come anywhere near your shit again and you won’t hear from us again.”
Marshall glances at all of us, his eyes scanning the now very quiet bar as everyone watches, terrified about what might happen.
“Very well. You bring me Wesley and she can deliver the items he has into my shipping container that is going out in three days, and we have a deal.”
“Why can’t you do that yourself?” I growl.
Marshall grins. “Oh, I can, but your woman stuck her nose in where it didn’t belong.”
“There is no fuckin’ way she is goin’ anywhere near you or your fuckin’ bullshit.”
Marhsall chuckles. “Then we don’t have a deal. Don’t worry, Cade, nothing will happen to her. I just want her to see the world she’s digging around in. Might make her think twice before she meddles in my business.”
“She’s goin’, then I’m goin’ too.”
Marshall shakes his head. “She delivers the items alone, or we don’t have a deal.”
“You think I fuckin’ trust you?” I bark.
“No, I don’t, but that is the only deal I’m willing to make. Take it or leave it.”
Panting with a rage I never thought I could feel, I step closer to him. “If you lay a single fuckin’ hand on her, I’ll gut you.”
Marshall smirks. “Noted. Now, do we have a deal?”
Grinding my teeth, I give him a sharp nod. I have no other choice. If I say no, we’re done for. If I don’t give him what he wants, he’ll bring hell down over the club and lives will be lost. There is no way I’ll send Addison in unprotected, though. He can demand what he likes, she will not be put in danger. I’ll find a way to make sure she’s safe.
“I’ll have my location delivered to you. You have three days to drop that son-of-a-bitch on my doorstep and get your woman to deliver those items to my shipment. If you don’t, we’re going to have a war that I promise you you can’t win.”