Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“Yeah, he was on his way out,” Nave said.
“Anything new to report?” I asked.
We’d hit a brick wall about the ambush. Even with a sketch to pass around, no one had seen the guy. Or if they had, they weren’t talking.
Bon and his guys had come up just as blank, but demanded we let them know when we knew something because their guy had been on death’s door for days and was going to have permanent damage to deal with for the rest of his life.
“Nah, man. He’s reaching out to other crews in the state and even out of state, but so far… nothing.”
Which meant we also didn’t know if we were the targets at all, or if it was the other club.
Either way, Fallon was going to want revenge for it. You couldn’t just shoot men from his club and walk away from it. He might not have been a bloodthirsty leader. But he cared about the reputation of the club.
People couldn’t just take shots at us.
And as much as a part of me was happy with shit being calm at the club, with most of my violent days being behind me, the other part—the part that had made me really fucking good at my job in the service—was itching for some action, for some skull-cracking.
I felt like life would always be a balancing act for me between those two parts of myself. Though as the years went on, I felt like I got further and further away from the young kid who had too much anger stored in his body, threatening to implode from the inside out if I didn’t find some other outlet for it.
Maturity and all that shit, I guess.
“We’ll find ‘em,” I said, shrugging. “We always do.”
As far as I knew, there were no enemies of this club who were just… walking around out there, worry-free.
I mean, there was the one rival club in town. The Vultures. Fallon’s wife, Danny’s, old crew. But while they’d taken a bit of a cut out of our business, they’d been minding their own business since. Likely knowing that going up against a club like ours on our turf with our allies all around wouldn’t be a good move.
But aside from them, we were pretty much on good terms with all the other organizations in the area, from the mob to the loansharks, cartel, and even the independent contract men and women.
So unless someone was trying to break into the area, my money was on them being from out of town.
But until I had orders saying otherwise, it wasn’t my place to try to track it down. I was strictly on guard duty at the clubhouse with Sully and the prospects. The guys who were out there tracking down leads were the ones with deeper ties to the town and other syndicates.
Which meant I just got to hang out in the glass room or walk the grounds, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious.
And it left a fuckuva lot of time to just be with my thoughts.
All of them seemed to circle right back to Sabrina.
I hadn’t had the heart to tell her that, clearly, Daphne had been the one to message me from her phone, then delete the evidence of it. There was no other logical explanation for it.
She’d been dealing with a lot from that kid the past few weeks. I didn’t want to pile on.
Hell, I wanted to send the damn kid a thank-you card or some shit. Because that had been the best date I’d ever been on in my life. Not that most of my interactions with women would be classified as “dates,” but still.
When she’d been able to get some time to herself, to let loose and stop worrying about Daphne and work shit, Sabrina was surprisingly laid-back.
Sully was right about her being wound too tightly, but most of that seemed to surround a job she didn’t love and a daughter who was really testing her parental boundaries. Once she was in an atmosphere where she was free just to be a person, not an employee or mom, she was fun and funny.
The stories of her teenage antics were hilarious as a fellow former teen deviant, but a bit worrisome as an adult who could see all the ways those situations could have gone sideways. And when it was my turn to speak, she sat and listened aptly, asking questions, clearly wanting to get to know me as a person more.
That, I had to admit, was something new.
I spent a lot of time with women. Especially since joining the club. But as often as I’d hung out with some of the regular club girls, had even taken them to bed on more than one occasion, I’d never had one of them sit and try to get to know me.