Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
“Now, Machete–”
Punch!
A right hook landed on my face. I went with the punch, but threw my hands up because Machete was my brother and I understood his anger. “I’m sorry–”
“Goddamn you, Ghost.” He threw another punch, hissing as he did.
I dodged that one, and evaded yet another as he tried to get me with an upper cut.
“Stop!” I stood my ground, because I was the boss now. Whether he was weighing that into his anger or not. Vice Prez and I might’ve thrown down a few punches back his way, just to have some fun. I couldn’t, not this time, not with what we still had to get to. “I had to make sure they were alive to question. That’s why.”
“Goddamn you, Ghost!” He stopped swinging, but he was still riled up. He had wild eyes and he was looking around. “Where is she?”
“Machete!” came from inside.
“Claude!” he yelled right back, moving toward her, but slower and grimacing. He was pressing a hand up to his bandaged shoulder.
Stupid fucker. Throwing punches when he just took a bullet there?
Stupid fucker that was my brother, that’s who he was. I loved the guy. I’d do worse, I knew that much.
“She’s fine. She was more worked up. They told her they killed Kali.”
He threw me one last look, and not a happy one, before Claudia cleared the doorway. She sprinted for him, tears rolling down her face. She launched herself, her legs wrapping around his waist. He caught her, bullet hole be damned, and he carried her off to the woods.
They’d need a minute.
Tracey had been watching, and she cast me a grin. “Some days I really really miss this life. Feels damn good to be back, even if it was for a minute.”
I gave her a half grin back, still hoping I wasn’t going to regret letting her walk. “Even being taken hostage?”
She grunted. “Hell. That was the fun part.”
41
KALI
Knock, knock!
I was on the bed, lying there waiting for something. Anything. I’d not undressed and I wasn’t even under the covers, but hearing the knock, I bolted upright.
“Yeah?” I scrambled for the door, opening it.
A woman was there, wearing a tight tank top and the skimpiest of skimpy jeans. I gave her a brief glimpse because she was one of the ‘sweet butts’ that Shelly pointed out to me. There was a hierarchy even among the women in this world and according to Shelly, I was at the top since Ghost had been saying I was his old lady. The term sounded offensive, but it meant something to them. I was trying to get that, I was, but right now I was only focused on getting Harper and Justin back. After that, I needed to see where everything would lay between myself and Aly, and also Shane and myself.
“What?”
She stepped back, her head moving down and up as she gave me a once-over. She sniffed at the end, literally sniffed. “Guys say that you need to get packing. You’re going on a trip real soon.”
“What?”
But she turned and was heading back.
I stepped out into the hallway, but I didn’t say anything more.
A trip?
I had nothing to pack up, but I went to the bathroom. Washed up. Got as ready as I could and then I grabbed my bag before leaving the room. Those women were in the bar, some sitting on a few of the guys’ laps. Others were bellied up to the counter.
I scanned the room, looking for anyone I recognized. There was no one and seeing a few of the guys going through a door to a back section, I followed to see who was all out there.
Seeing Shelly in the corner, having a smoke, I headed over there. “He–”
She snatched my wrist and pulled me around the corner, and I didn’t even know there was a corner here.
I was looking around because where were we? This looked like a private section. We weren’t in the back anymore, but we weren’t on the other side of the wall either, where the street was.
“Listen.”
“What is this place?”
She waved her cigarette in the air, dismissing me. “It’s for private hookups. You know, if one of the guys wants to get his dick sucked in private or something else.”
Oh.
Ew. I was looking around at it differently now, though, again, I knew that was part of their lifestyle. They wanted to live life to the fullest and doing a threesome where others could be seen was something they did without blinking an eye. Had Shane ever done that? And because the question was now burning in my head, I asked, “There was a woman who came and told me to get my bag.”
“Yeah. About that–”
“Do you think Shane ever hooked up with her?”
“What?”
“Her and Shane. That’s their purpose, right? To hook up with the guys?”