Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
She nodded, and after a moment, she dropped my hand, turning on her heel. Lindsey welcomed her with a warm smile. Blowing out a soft breath, I headed into the chapel with everyone else, ready to come up with a protection plan for Jennifer.
8
Carver
Irolled my shoulders, keeping low to the ground as I slowly made my way through the woods. The Lockheart MC wasn’t smart enough to fence in the entirety of their property, which I imagined was how Jennifer finally escaped their clutches. That was fine. Their stupidity was my gain. And I planned to capitalize on it.
Blink pointed one finger forward, then swirled his finger around to let me know they had someone watching the lot. I nodded once, letting him know I understood, and crept forward even slower, my eyes peeled for any movement or sign of danger. Right before I emerged from the woods, I paused, scanning the lot. The prospect on watch duty was over by the gate, busy lighting a cigarette. I could hear music pumping from the clubhouse. Everyone in there was either too busy getting high, drunk, or deep diving into pussy.
Worked for me. They really made this too fucking easy. I was almost a little pissed about it.
Blink stayed at my side, his rifle at the ready as we made our way toward the bikes across the lot. The prospect moved further away from us, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Clearly, he wasn’t worried about anyone getting onto the lot. And while, yeah, the woods were pretty deep and expansive, it didn’t stop men like us who’d spent months at a time in the middle of nowhere doing undercover, special ops shit.
They’d fucked with the wrong club.
When we finally made it to the bikes, I quickly began setting up the homemade bombs. Grit was damn good at bombs and had managed to wire multiple ones together that would go off with a simple press of his button.
There might have only been four of us, but we were deadly. And when you fucked with those who belonged to us, those we loved—
Loved.
No. Way too fucking early for that word, wasn’t it?
But fuck—the way Jennifer had fallen apart in my arms, trusting me to hold her together as she sobbed out her fear from her nightmare. How she’d explicitly trusted me to keep her safe. The sweet way she asked me to sleep with her that first night. How she sought me out in a room when she was feeling anxious…
Yeah… I was falling for her. I was already so goddamn possessive of her. Hadn’t Blink fallen for Lindsey just as fast? Maybe it wasn’t so crazy, after all. Maybe, in some instances, this kind of thing was normal.
I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to focus on what I was doing before I accidentally blew me and Blink up or revealed our position. Once the bombs were placed just right to blow each bike to smithereens, I caught Blink’s attention and pointed toward the woods, letting him know I was ready to get the fuck out of there.
He watched my six as we slowly crept back toward the woods. Once we were deep enough in and the clubhouse was no longer visible, we stood up straight made our way back to where Grit was waiting for us at the edge of the woods. The moment he saw us, he grinned, giving a flash of his white teeth through his dark beard.
Then, he held up that magical button and pressed it. A moment later, a loud explosion reached our ears, and flames burst into the air, bright and orange. I chuckled and fist-bumped Grit. “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I told them. “Don’t want to be around when cops show up.”
We quickly climbed into Blink’s truck, and then we were off, heading back to our territory and the clubhouse, where I planned to shower and climb into bed with my woman.
My woman.
It felt right. It was right. She was mine. Mine to protect. To take care of. To… love.
Yeah… it was official. I did love her. I just blew up numerous bikes to give her an added layer of protection. Her father would be out of commission for a while without his, considering they had no other modes of transportation. Unlike us, who were smart enough to have something other than just bikes, he was not. And even if he had… well, I would’ve blown that up, too.
For now, she had a moment of peace, and I intended to make sure she enjoyed every bit of it.
Fuck with what was mine, and I’d blow your entire world up… literally.
9
Carver
Ileaned my head back beneath the shower head, letting the water spray away the dirt and grime on my skin from tromping through the woods and crawling on the ground. The heat and pounding water felt especially good on my tense shoulders, and I sighed, letting my head fall forward again, my hair flopping into my face. Reaching up, I slicked the dirty blonde strands back over my scalp.