Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 118333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
FUCK!
I let the wind slap my face as I pushed my bike faster, tearing up the asphalt. Day turned to night as I kept riding, wind fucking lashing my face. I rode so long my legs went dead. But I rode on. I rode until I didn’t want to smash my fist through a fucking wall at what I’d just read. I needed to keep my shit together. Mae would see through me straight away if I turned up raging. I wasn’t telling her I’d been reading the journals. I didn’t want anyone to know I’d been a pussy for giving a shit about the woman who left me. Or maybe didn’t mean to . . . I didn’t fucking know. My head was too full—the war, the threats, Mae being pregnant, and now this.
My mama had been pregnant with another fucking kid.
Needing to get back to the compound, to Mae, I turned back and took the two-hour ride back home. The minute I was through the gate, opened by Ash and Slash, AK came tearing from the clubhouse. I was braced, ready to fucking jump into action.
“Where the fuck you been?” AK asked. Vike, Rudge ,and Bull came bursting out behind. My body tensed, waiting for someone to tell me what was wrong. “You weren’t answering your cell.” I reached into my pocket and saw it was dead. I held it up so AK could see. Brother didn’t fuck around making me wait. “It’s Mae. She’s in the hospital. She went into labor while you were out. Everyone’s been trying to find you.”
My stomach fucking fell.
Throwing my cell back in my cut, I started my bike and tore the fuck out of the compound. My hands were fucking iron tight on the handles as I burned ground all the way to the hospital. I couldn’t get Mae out of my head. She was fucking alone because I couldn’t get my head out of my ass. I pulled into the hospital and smashed through the entrance. My eyes tracked all over the signage for a clue to where my woman fucking was.
The mood I was in, I was gonna fucking rip someone apart if I didn’t find out where the fuck I had to go.
“Styx!” I turned to see Ky rounding the corner of a hallway. “She’s this way.” I frowned, wondering why he was here, then remembered he’d been here with Lilah this morning. As if reading my mind, he said, “We were just leaving when Beauty came in with Mae.” He looked at me as he punched the button for the elevator. I didn’t wanna get in the fucking elevator; I wanted to run up the stairs and get to Mae quicker. “Where the fuck you been? I couldn’t get you. I had to send brothers out looking for you from here while Li stayed with Mae and Beauty. Li’s been on my ass to find you. Thanks, fucker. I really fucking enjoyed that.”
I lifted my hands to sign because there was no fucking way I could speak right now. “I was riding.” Ky eyed me weird for the second time today, but I had no time to fucking have questions forced on me. The elevator opened, and we got in. Ky punched the number for the third floor. My feet fucking rocked from side to side, blood rushing through my veins as I waited for the fucking tin box to move.
“He’s coming, brother,” Ky said, smiling, and slapped me on my back. “Your fucking kid!” I pushed my hand through my hair as I watched the numbers light their way to floor three. I just needed to get the fuck there!
When the doors finally opened, I pounded through the hallways and went over to the reception desk. I opened my mouth to speak, but my fucking defective throat wouldn’t work.
“River Nash. His wife’s in labor.” Ky spoke for me. The woman behind the desk’s eyes widened when she saw us . . . when she saw me. She swallowed nervously and looked to her colleague.
Yeah, bitch, I wanted to say. You got the prez of the motherfucking Hades Hangmen here right now, and if you don’t let me in to my fucking wife, I’ll break through the fucking secure doors and kill any fucker that tries to stop me getting to my bitch.
She must have seen the look of death my eyes promised, because she tapped something on the computer and stuttered, “Y-you’re on the l-list. I just gotta see some ID.”
I slapped my license, down on the desk and she checked it. “Room six.”
Ky spun me around and kissed my cheek, winking. “Get the fuck in there. I’ll wait here.” He looked back at all the people staring our way. Most saw our cuts. No doubt I looked like Hades himself standing in front of them.