Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“What the fuck, man? I’m smiling. Who cares?”
My brother’s eyes go wide. “Oh, I get it. This is about the trucker chick.”
“Trucker, my ass,” I lie easily. “When are you going to put a ring on Aria’s finger and start popping out some babies?” A quick subject change should make him forget about interrogating me.
“Don’t you worry about Aria and me, little brother. My girl’s a businesswoman now, and business is booming.” He’s wearing a big goofy grin on his face, and rather than giving him shit, I turn back to the diesel engine on this truck.
Loud bass sounds just outside the large repair bay doors snap us to attention. A closer listen reveals the music is Spanish rap music. Lucky and I look at each other with matching confusion on our faces before we take off at a run to see who the fuck is out there.
“Un-fucking-believable,” Lucky growls, his sentiment matching mine.
“Oh, I believe this shit,” I say at the sight of a group of Bloodthirsty Devils in a drop-top.
“You guys wanna play?” I shout the question, pulling out my piece and aiming it at the driver.
Like the shit-licking pussies they are, the driver steps on the gas so hard the rear tires spin as they haul ass out of our parking lot, ready to get away from certain death.
“Stupid motherfuckers,” my brother growls. “What the fuck are they thinking?”
I shrug. “I think they were trying to scare us.” It’s funny because those assholes couldn’t scare anyone outside a haunted house for kids. “You scared?”
Lucky’s lips part into a wide grin, and he shakes his head. “Goddamn terrified.”
A beat of silence passes between us, and then we both burst out laughing. “Too bad. I would’ve loved to fuck some shit up just now.”
“Right?” Lucky focuses his gaze on the distance, the car no longer in sight.
“We need to get to the clubhouse ASAP and let Ace and Dix know what the fuck is going on.”
I agree. “You need to check in with your woman first?”
He nods, heading back inside. “I’ll let Aria and security know if they don’t already to keep an eye out for trouble, and then we can roll out.”
I exhale slowly, feeling the weight in my chest as Lucky heads off to look after his old lady. The silence around us is just a brief pause. The Bloodthirsty Devils are still out there, and it’s only a matter of time before they come at us again. I’m ready to deal with them, ready to put them in the ground.
Shit. Angel Harbor is about to become a war zone, with all the brothers stepping up, taking control of the town, on top of everything else we’ve got going on. I pull out my phone and dial Cassidy. She’s a bit of light in all this darkness.
“Miss me already?” she teases.
I crack a smile. “Nah, just wanted to tell you to be careful. I’ll see you when you get back.”
“Sure thing,” she fires back, but there’s a pause, a shift in her tone. “Everything okay? You sound like you’re on edge.”
“Just club stuff,” I say, my voice low.
“Club stuff,” she repeats. “Yeah, I get it.”
Her laugh cuts through the bullshit of the day and brings out a grin I didn’t realize I was holding back. “It’s a hell of a life.”
“Tell me about it later,” she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice.
I frown. “You trying to get rid of me?”
“Not at all,” she shoots back. Then, her tone changes. “Hang on, got the cops on my tail. Need to handle this.”
“Good luck,” I tell her, wanting to say more but not quite sure what to say.
“Thanks. You too.”
The call ends just as Lucky returns, and we jump on our bikes, watching for enemies as we rush toward the clubhouse. There are no signs at all of the Bloodthirsty Devils or the Latin Mafia, which is a good thing because I don’t want my brother hurt, no matter how much I need to wreck some shit right now.
“You good?” Lucky asks when we arrive at the clubhouse.
“I’m good. Just wish I would’ve shot one of those fucking BTD assholes.”
Lucky’s mouth tugs into a crooked grin. “Don’t worry, little brother. I’m sure you’ll get a chance to spill some enemy blood soon.”
It’s a promise he can’t keep, but I lean into that tingly sensation I get when I can unleash my inner asshole for a good cause. And what better cause than my MC? “Yeah, yeah. Don’t play with my emotions.”
Lucky laughs again, patting me on the back as we step inside. “You’ll get your chance,” he says again before we find Ace.
Our Prez picks up on our distress immediately and gets to his feet. “What’s up?”
Lucky and I tag team the storytelling of our surprise visit from the Bloodthirsty Devils.