Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
"Shit," Fallon hissed in my ear.
"They must have found the bike," I told him.
"This is going to be a long night," Fallon grumbled as we pulled in through the gates after he stopped to talk to the guards there.
We were barely halfway into the lot when the door flew open, and Reign came rushing out.
"Here we go," Fallon said as I cut the engine.
Chapter Eight
Fallon
"Dad, I'm fine," I said as I climbed off the back of Danny's bike, gritting my teeth not to go down on one knee thanks to the pain in the other when I put my weight on it again.
"You don't look fine. What happened? Why are you with her? What did you do?" he snapped, turning toward Danny as she got off the bike as well to face him.
"Fat lot of gratitude that is for helping your son off the road," Danny said, lifting her chin, completely unfazed by his anger.
And, damn, if that wasn't sexier then it had any right to be.
"You... what? What happened?"
"How about we get him inside before you interrogate him?" my mother asked, moving forward to wrap her arm around my waist. "I was worried sick about you, bud," she said.
"Sorry, Ma. I should have called."
"Yes, you should have," she agreed. "What happened to your shirt?"
It took a lot of fucking self-control not to look at Danny and smirk. But I kept my gaze ahead as I told her I was just trying to get a look at my shoulder.
"Are you coming?" my father asked, making me turn back to see him looking at Danny.
"No. I have to get back to my club to explain to them what your son is about to explain to you," she said, shaking her head.
"Don't like the sound of that," my father said. "But okay. And, hey, Danny..."
"You don't have to say it," she said, shaking her head.
"I do. Thank you for bringing my kid home."
"Ah, yeah, sure," Danny said, clearly uncomfortable. And I think it had less to do with the fact that the clubs were at odds, and more to do with the sneaking suspicion that her own father would never have thanked her for anything. "I gotta go," she added, ducking her head, then rushing out as quickly as she could.
"Here, Summer, let me look," Pagan said, nudging my mother out of the way after she helped me onto the couch in the common area.
"Went over the bars?" Pagan asked, probing my shoulder.
"Yeah."
"Your helmet was rough," he agreed. "I don't think anything is broken here," he concluded.
"It's my knee that hurts more," I told him, leaving out that it hurt a lot less before Danny leaned on it.
"What happened?" my father asked, moving in with my uncles Cash and Wolf.
"I was driving home. Someone jumped out in front of me on the road," I told them. "After the crash didn't do me in," I went on, ignoring the whimpering noise from my mom who was grabbing my hand like she was afraid I might disappear if she didn't hold on, "the guy came back with a gun," I said.
"Shit," my Uncle Cash hissed.
"Got him in the shoulder first, and he took off. That was when Danny came by."
"Last person in the world you want to see when you're down," Seth said, shaking his head, and it took some work to keep myself from telling them how good she'd been. "But just when she got close, the guy came back."
"Tell me you took him out."
"Danny did," I told them, watching the surprise cross their faces. "And then she dragged him into the woods while we tried to figure out what to do."
"Why didn't you call me?" my father asked, voice tight.
"Because before I could, A pulled up."
"Andres?" Niro clarified.
"Yeah. He offered to help, and we saw police lights, so Danny and I both decided it was smarter to just possibly owe him than explain a body full of bullet holes in the woods."
"Makes sense," Pagan said, shrugging. "That knee is going to need wrapping and ice, but I think you can skip the hospital."
"I really don't think we should be skipping the hospital," my mom insisted.
"There's no time for the hospital. We got a name from the shooter. We need to move on looking into him, seeing who hired him. Andres said he was a petty thief. So he had to have worked for someone else. Kevin Olsen."
"I'll dial in Chris and Lo," Uncle Cash said, moving away.
"Then what happened?" my father asked.
"A dropped us off, and we buried the body."
"With that shoulder and knee?" Pagan asked, brow raised, calling my bullshit.
"Not proud to admit it, but Danny did the most work with that. It wasn't her first grave, that's for sure. And then she brought me back here. That's about all there is to it. I guess someone came across my bike."