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Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
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I gave him a grin. “You’re going to make me all choked up, Roan.”

He barked out a laugh. “That’s what I’m known for, making grown bikers cry.” Spotting Kali watching us, he nodded at her again, his tone growing more serious. “Assuming you’d like us to watch her while you take off?”

“I would indeed.”

“Consider it done.”

I got the text from Heckler then.

Heckler: Heard you arrived. Follow these directions to our spot. Come in fast because we’re getting movement outside their house.

“We gotta go.”

I gave Kali one last look, but she was still hating me and I couldn’t blame her. I was hating myself, had been for a long time, but I loved her. I’d never not love her, but well, I’d have to handle whatever she cooked up to save Connor. She had to be her, and I had to be me.

We ran in hard, and drawing up to where Heckler said they were hidden, I pulled out my flashlight and sent a quick reflector their way.

They flashed us back so that was a signal we could approach, knowing it was safe.

As we drew up, Heckler and the guys were all on the ground, all in black. He sidled out of his hiding spot, moving farther down the hill and then standing to find me. “Hey.”

It was good to see him. The rest of the guys too.

“Damn, man.” Heckler was taking me in too, shaking his head. “Been way too fucking long.” He pulled me in for a hug, which shocked me. Heckler was the unpredictable sort. Rough around the edges. Never could get a read on what he liked or what he didn’t. He could bring home a stray cat one day, and the next day pistol whip a teenager who dared to touch his bike, all the while holding the stray cat. I loved the guy, and even in all black clothing and a black hat, the dude’s weird almost albino-coloring couldn’t be squashed. He and his niece. Both didn’t look from this world. Almost white hair. Crystal fucking clear eyes. Someone could tell me they actually were not human and I’d entertain the idea, but Wraith, Max’s nephew, had the same striking clear eyes and since there was no shared blood between them, that they must be human.

The rest of the guys did their hellos, but I wanted to get to business. “Are you tracking Estrada?”

“Yeah. We’ve got nine hours to handle this before moving in on him.”

“Okay. Let’s figure out a plan and get this done.”

Ten minutes later, we had our plan.

That’s when Heckler asked me, “You got the mask?”

I didn’t like wearing a mask when I loved, but when I killed, that was a whole other matter.

I gave a slow nod. “I got the mask.”

51

KALI

Claudia came to find me as soon as the guys took off.

I didn’t feel like talking, and she read that so she didn’t push. Which I was grateful for because today was not the day to push my buttons. So, we sat on the back porch.

“You two want to watch something?”

It was the biker that first came around the corner after I shot Shelly.

“Depends on what you think we’d like to watch.” Claudia’s narrowed eyes on his junk was an indicator where her mind was. And she didn’t seem happy about it, which almost made me start laughing because my sister had changed.

He barely reacted, instead giving us both a set of binoculars. “Those are long distance, but take a look. Swing it down and to your six o’clock. Might spot some guys you recognize.”

I took them, and aimed where he said, and I saw them right away.

My breath was caught in my chest, for a moment.

Two houses. A main one with the lights lit up like it was Christmas, and a shed in the back. There were men walking around in the main house, and one was currently coming out to smoke, but it was his assault rifle that really got my attention.

Zooming out a bit, I saw the guys moving in.

My breath was taken away once again, because I’d never seen anything like it. Not in person. In movies, yes. Television, but not in real life. I was seeing it now, though and I didn’t know if I should be impressed, worried, excited, or pissed. I had no clue. My reactions had shut off since I found out about Connor, and I didn’t know if I should tell Claudia or not. Everything was shut down for me.

But they were moving in, all from different angles. All converging on the main house as two figures approached the shed. They moved up, hugging the side of the building until they got to the door. I couldn’t tell exactly what was going on, but they had paused before the door swung open.

The guy on the front porch heard and began to move to the side to see what was going on, and he was reaching for his rifle when suddenly a figure stood up from the ground. A gun was raised. The front porch guy stumbled back, his hand raising to his neck. He swung around, and tried scrambling to bring his rifle up. The black figure stepped forward, that gun still being held steady. The front porch guy went unconscious.


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