Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Grunting, I carefully extracted myself from the sheets and got out of bed, quietly pulling on a pair of black jeans, a plain black long-sleeve shirt, and my boots before shrugging my cut on my shoulders. I gently pressed a kiss to the top of Sophia’s head before I slipped out of my apartment, shutting the door behind me with a barely audible click.
Scorpion nodded once at me when I emerged at the bottom of the staircase before he disappeared into the chapel with a cup of coffee in his hands. I quickly made myself a cup of the terrible coffee they always drank and followed in behind him, shutting the door behind me.
Fuck, I’d be glad when Sophia could reopen her shop. I was over this bullshit ass coffee everyone here drank.
All of the other club members were already sitting at the table, but no one was surprised I was the last one to stroll in.
“How’s Sophia?” Mark asked me.
I grunted as I pulled my leather chair out and took a seat in it, leaning back to get comfortable. “Fine. Sleeping.” I took a sip of my coffee and grimaced. God, it tasted like shit. Too fucking bitter.
Mark nodded once at me in acknowledgment. Scorpion leaned forward, his hands wrapped around his coffee mug. “I talked to Johnston last night,” Scorpion began. “This is bigger than he or I thought it would end up being, and he’s working now to see who he can pull in on our side. I’ve already reached out to Grim. He’s going to talk to Copper and get back with me.”
He looked around the table at all of us. “But in the meantime, I’ve gotten clearance for us to go after the VP for what he did to Sophia.” I sat up straighter, setting my coffee cup down. Scorpion looked over at me. “Your woman, your call. How do you want to handle this, Chase?”
I grinned, and Tango chuckled, looking positively fucking gleeful at the idea of getting blood on his hands. No one mentioned the boy he was protecting, so I figured that was off the table for the time being, though I had no doubt Scorpion was being informed of everything going on between the two of them.
“I’d like to pull in the mother charter for a day or two,” I told Scorpion. “Blayke and Dom are two of the best guys we have when it comes to stealth, and I want them in on this. We can’t risk being spotted yet. My only goal is to infiltrate, get the VP, and get the fuck out of there.”
He nodded once. “Good call,” Scorpion said. “I’ll reach out to Johnston when we finish here.”
“Please fucking tell me I’m going to be part of the torture,” Tango practically begged. “I just need to watch him get what’s coming for him, brother.” I looked over at him, arching a single brow. There was a darkness simmering in his eyes, something not present unless he was feeling particularly angry about something. And I had a feeling his protectiveness over the boy he’d taken in was sparking his need for blood.
There was no telling what hell that kid had endured, and if Tango was ready to unleash Hell for him… Well, it had to be pretty fucking bad.
I nodded once at him. He relaxed back into his chair. I looked at Scorpion. “Make the call. In the meantime, I think we should call lockdown.”
Scorpion nodded in agreement and cleared his throat. “All in favor of lockdown?”
All hands at the table went up. Scorpion grunted. “Good. Tango, get your boy here.” Multiple eyes swung to him in surprise, but Tango didn’t even flinch. It wasn’t Tango’s sexuality they were worried about. It had never been a secret that, like Mark, Tango batted for both teams. But it was a surprise that he was hiding someone he cared about from the club.
Then again, none of us should have been surprised. Tango kept shit close to his chest. And after the months it took him to really trust any of us… Tango came from his own trauma, which none of us knew the story of. Only knew because of the shit we’d seen him go through in his mind before he found an outlet. Maybe whatever he went through was why he’d suddenly become so attached to the kid, too.
“No one open your fucking mouths,” Scorpion ground out when he saw Gidget getting ready to lash out at Tango. “I told Tango to keep it on the low for a fucking reason. No one will harass the boy, and you will all make him feel welcome. Do I make myself clear?”
Rounds of agreement went up around the table, though some didn’t look happy about it considering we didn’t keep secrets. I took a sip of my coffee and grimaced in disgust. God, I couldn’t wait for Sophia to wake up so she could make me a decent fucking cup like she had been the past few mornings, even when we were on the outs. This shit tasted like pure ass.