Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Unless they were nipple rings, then I could handle that.
Bullet holes, though, weren’t on my list of things that I liked in my man.
“Your brother’s a fucking cunt, trying to pull one over on me. Needed him to carry a few messages to my man Tasty, and he did it nicely. Playing on both sides really helped me out. I knew where you were, and what you were doing, when y’all had no clue about me,” the man said.
He was about to die.
My finger reached up, flicking the safety off in a quick, efficient move.
The sound was like a lightning bolt straight in the middle of the room.
However, the only two to catch it were the two that I didn’t mind knowing what I was about to do.
Ridley’s eyes met mine for a short second, and I saw understanding, approval, and sadness in them.
Core’s met mine as well, and I saw him take a step back until the wall was at his back.
His hands even lifted to his ears, causing me to almost laugh.
Almost.
Aiming at his center, I squeezed the trigger.
***
Ridley
There are times that I thought I knew what fear was.
I’d lost my wife.
I’d been shot at.
I’d had guns pointed at my head.
But this time, knowing not only were my sister and her baby in the house, but the woman I loved as well, it was heart attack inducing.
The worst, though, was knowing that that same woman was above the stairs, aiming her rifle at the man currently holding that gun.
On one hand I was happy that she had the gumption to do it.
I knew she would, too.
But I hated that she had to.
Hated that she’d kill purposefully. She would shoot someone to save me.
And she did.
Well.
The bullet hit Brice in the shoulder, going straight through his chest, out the other shoulder, and into the fireplace in less than a second.
Then the loud reverberation of the gun being discharged shook the room.
All three of us watched in silence as Brice’s body fell so slowly that it looked like he purposefully laid down on the ground.
He didn’t, though.
Half of his chest was missing.
There was no way that he still had control of his bodily functions.
My eyes moved from the heap in the middle of the floor to Freya, where she rested on the railing, her hands laced behind her head as she looked at what she’d just done.
And I never felt so much happiness and love in my life.
“Is polygamy illegal in Texas?” Core asked abruptly.
I whipped my head around until I was staring at him with so much scorn that I could’ve peeled paint.
“She’s mine,” I growled.
“I know,” he said. “But holy fuck.”
Holy fuck was right.
Chapter 22
Arrive. Raise hell. Leave.
-T-shirt
Freya
I pushed through the side door of the clubhouse, wary because I’d never been there without Ridley at my side.
Things had gone so fast this past month, and now I was a permanent fixture here.
Usually, though, I had Ridley to accompany me to the clubhouse.
Now, though, that wasn’t the case.
I was now a working woman again, and today had been my first day at a clinic in town, a brand new one that’d just opened up last week.
It was the first clinic ever in Uncertain, Texas, and sported two nurses. Me, and a lady I’d just had the privilege of meeting, Hannah Morton, a bubbly blonde that I just knew I’d be best friends with.
My phone rang before I’d even gotten two steps inside, and my mouth split into a wide grin.
“Kelsey!” I cried in excitement. “You’re here?”
By ‘here’ I meant in Texas.
“I’m here,” she confirmed. “And in my new room at the Kilgore Burn Center.”
I smiled, studying the room as I looked for the other members, but didn’t see any of them, even though all of them were supposed to be there. Not to mention the same thing for their women.
Today was a celebration of sorts. One where The Uncertain Saints celebrated just for the ‘hell of it’ according to them. Apparently, The Uncertain Saints didn’t need a reason to celebrate, and they’d do whatever they damn well pleased.
I’d had to ask to get off early on my first day of work, but it worked out well since my boss knew the Saints well.
“I’ve got to go,” Kelsey said suddenly. “There’s a hunky piece of man meat outside my door, and I swear to God, if my arm wasn’t throbbing like a bitch, I’d jump him.”
Before I could say another word, she was gone, leaving me to stare at my phone in surprise.
Laughter bubbled up my throat as I realized my good friend was going to be okay.
She’d been traumatized, yes, but she was made of harder stuff than anyone gave her credit for.
Dropping my phone back into my back pocket, I took my pile of clothes and went to the bathroom, quickly changing out of my clothes and pulling on a pair of jeans, my new Harley Chick t-shirt, and a pair of boots.