Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“I don’t have anything to say,” King says dismissively.
“I d-do!” Thomas yells, clearly frustrated with his stutter.
If I was being yelled at in public, I think I would be more concerned about those around me watching, but King keeps his eyes on the guy in front of him.
“Then say it, T,” King barks out.
“Grunt t—told me you v-v-voted against patching me into the c-club,” T says angrily.
The club? He must be talking about King’s MC club.
King shrugs acting nonchalant, but his body language is saying otherwise. He keeps curling his fists. The hard set of his features are both stoic and cold. “So?”
“Wh-why don’t you w-want me in the DCs?” Thomas asks, throwing his hands out.
“You’re too weak,” King says, before trying to walk past Thomas.
Before I can blink, Thomas grabs King’s shirt. He pulls him back a step and then his fist connects with King’s mouth. When King turns slightly, I watch as he spits down on the ground and blood seeps from his lip. He wipes it away with the back of his hand.
“Motherfucker, w-w-what is your p-p-problem?” Thomas yells, standing toe to toe with King.
I want to go break it up before anything happens, but it is as if I’m frozen. I can’t seem to make my feet move.
“Maybe I don’t want a man in the club whose daddy has to stick his nose in every fucking thing that goes on,” King growls.
“This is about my f-f-father?” T asks. The surprise of King’s answer rolls over his face.
“Dragon West needs to stay the fuck out of DC’s business,” King yells, flattening his hand out on Thomas’s chest and pushing the man hard enough he has to take a step back. “If he doesn’t, I’ll kill that son of a bitch.”
“Go against my f-father and you’ll be the one that’s six feet under, K-K-King.”
“I’d rather be there than lie with the stink of the Savage Brothers in my damn space.”
Thomas strikes again, but King grabs his hand. “That first one was free but that’s over now, T.” King punches T in the shoulder with his free hand. The crack of the knuckles against skin sends goosebumps through my body. The place he hit T seems weird to me, but before I can even think about it, Thomas throws another punch to King’s face. This time it rocks King backwards and he stumbles, falling to the ground.
“King,” I cry out. I drop the food and dash across the street to him—without even watching for cars. Thomas looks down at King for a second. Then storms off before I reach King’s side.
“Are you okay?” I ask, touching his face softly, wincing at the cuts I find there.
Regret flashes through his face as he shakes his head. “You shouldn’t be here, beautiful. You shouldn’t be here.”
Chapter 12
King
Walking Shelby back across the street, I grab the bags of food off the sidewalk, making sure it’s still good and I don’t need to replace it. The last thing I wanted was to have her see any of this shit. I feel like an asshole for scaring her. I can only imagine what that looked like to her. Doing this shit to Thomas burns my insides and I feel like hell. I sure as fuck didn’t want Shelby to witness it.
“I’m sorry you had to see that, beautiful.” I’ve said it at least five times already and that doesn’t feel like enough.
Shelby shakes her head. Concern laces her features. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. Thomas pulled his punches,” I respond, and it may not have looked like it, but I know he did. Which hurts like hell.
“I don’t understand any of this, King. I know you care for Thomas. You saved his life. There wasn’t another donor in sight and the hospital reserves were gone. He would have died without you. Not only that, but you were by his side the entire time.”
She’s right. I had to be there for him. Thomas thinks it was merely dumb luck I was compatible. I know better. It’s more shit I have to deal with later.
Shelby reaches for my face but pulls her hand back at the last second. I can feel the throbbing where it’s split, not to mention the dull ache in my jaw. I’m lucky Thomas didn’t hit me full force. If he had I probably would have lost a tooth. Walking away from a fight with him with only a wounded ego and bloody lip is better than what could have happened. I didn’t want Shelby to witness any of this crap, but it feels good to have her worrying over me.
“It’s club business, babe,” I say, shaking my head. “I can’t talk about it.” Shelby frowns. I can see the hurt in her eyes, but there’s something else I don’t understand reflecting in them.