Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Hear you, and I’ll leave it at that.”
He turns to walk out, but I stop him.
“Go and check on Briella for me. I know you’re the one person she’ll talk to in this club. Make sure she’s okay.”
Mykel nods. “Got it.”
Then he’s gone.
Fuck.
I need a stiff drink.
“IT WENT WELL,” ZARIAH says, standing in front of the group of bikers sitting around a table. “He is falling for it, and I happened to overhear him on the phone to someone, I can only hope Dax. He was saying something about another one. I have to guess that other one is Waverly. She put on a hell of a show.”
“Won’t be long now, then,” I say. “He’ll take her out there, introduce her to the man himself, and they’ll start brainwashin’ her into believin’ they can give her this amazin’ life somewhere else.”
“Do we have any idea how exactly they do this?”
I do have an idea, but it’s not somethin’ widely known, considerin’ the information came from King and as far as everyone knows, King is dead. I have to tread carefully with how much I’m givin’ away right now.
“I can only guess they’re introducin’ the girls to ‘families’ so to speak. People with nice houses and a lot of money, and all the wonderful things in the world. Those girls think they’re goin’ to live with those people, to have this wonderful life considerin’ they’ve lived such a bad one, and most of the time, this is going to be enough. You have to remember some of these girls are heavy drug users, and so the idea of being provided a life without havin’ to worry, is a big thing for them.”
Zariah nods. “It makes sense. Bennett has been acting extra shady at work. He is keepin’ to himself, which is tellin’ me he’s getting deeper into this.”
“Bennett is already sheathed as far as he can go in this, believe me,” I grunt.
Samson chuckles.
“That’s one way of putting it,” Zariah murmurs. “Either way, we’re on the right track. Now, I have to go and pick up my son.”
I glance at her. “You got a kid?”
She stares at me. “Yes, why? You think I can’t have a career and a kid?”
“How old are you?”
She rolls her eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to know? Now, I have to go. Not all of us have the luxury of living on our own watches.”
“Catch you later, then,” Kendric mutters, and Zariah shoots him a glare that only confirms the two of them dislike each other as much as Waverly and Mykel.
Fuck me.
Would it be too much to ask for everyone to just get the fuck along?
Seems like it.
“You need to teach a few of your members some manners,” Zariah points out.
“They’ve got them,” I say, grinning. “They just choose not to use them around you.”
She shakes her head. “Bikers,” she mutters, before turning and walking out.
She won’t admit it, but she likes them.
How can she not?
They’re fucking legends.
As soon as Zariah has gone, Kendric mutters, “Cops, and bikers, this ain’t goin’ to end well.”
“Finally someone that agrees with me,” Mykel murmurs.
“Okay,” I say, standing. “If you fuckers are goin’ to complain constantly, do it somewhere else, yeah? I got shit to do.”
I turn and walk out of the room and down the hall to my office. As I pass, Maggie, a club whore, passes me and winks. “Do you need some lovin’, Pres?”
I stop and stare at her. “Don’t fuck with me, Maggie. You know I’ve got an old lady, if you want to remain in this club, respect that.”
She pouts and steps closer. “It’s just I heard you two broke up, I thought you might want your dick sucked like old times? We could do it in your favorite spot? The pool table. Or you could eat me out in the kitchen like you did that time. Fuck I miss your mouth, and your cock, too. Though the other guys more than make up for that.”
I step closer to her, and she grins up at me.
“Back up.”
“I’m not trying to cause a scene, I was just offering.”
She shrugs and walks off, and I turn to head back to my office when I see Briella standing in the hallway. The look on her face is one of hurt, and I can understand why. She didn’t need to hear how many times I fucked that bitch, or what I did with her. God knows I don’t want to hear how many men Briella has had.
Her face scrunches and she murmurs, “Here I was coming to see if we could talk, only to find out you’ve got plenty of company.”
“She ain’t my company, Briella. If you missed the part where I told her to get the fuck out, then you weren’t listenin’ hard enough.”
“Oh, I was listening. Loud and clear. I heard absolutely everything you’ve done with her. And here I was thinking we had something special.”