Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
A small smile twitched at her lips before she smothered it. Rolling her shoulders, she pinned me with a disapproving stare. “What do you want, Cameron?”
“Your number,” I told her bluntly. She rolled her eyes. “You haven’t texted or called me.”
She arched a brow, looking at me like I was nothing but a pile of shit she’d stepped in and ruined her day. “Did it ever occur to you that I don’t want anything to do with you?”
I chuckled. “Abbie, every straight woman wants something to do with me.”
She scoffed. “Bold of you to assume I’m straight.”
I planted my hands on the table and leaned into her, flicking my tongue out over my bottom lip for a beat. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her pupils dilated. A deep, husky chuckle rumbled up from my chest. She could act all aloof all she wanted, but she couldn’t hide the effect I had on her. It was impossible. “Little devil, if you’re not straight, you’re at least bi. Your body gives you away.”
She scoffed and pressed a hand to my chest, pushing me back. I didn’t resist and stood back up to my full height. She scowled at me for a moment before holding her hand out. “Give me your phone.”
I handed her my phone, not worried about her seeing anything. That phone was squeaky clean—nothing but games and dumb-ass text messages between me and my brothers.
I watched as she put her digits in before she passed the phone back to me. “Now go away.” She even waved her hand for emphasis.
I grinned and saluted her after I stuffed my phone into my pocket. “Yes, ma’am.”
Her lips quirked with the beginnings of another smile. Robin called my name, waving me over, six pizzas sitting on the counter. As soon as I walked out the door of the pizza spot, the smile fell from my face.
Abbie had just stepped into a very dangerous world, and my web was slowly closing in around her without her even realizing it.
Abbie: Normal people are at work right now… you know, like me.
Cameron: I work my own hours, little devil. I can do whatever the hell I want.
Abbie: Yeah, well, I’m working, numnuts. Some of us hold regular jobs and have certain rules to follow.
Cameron: Then stop responding to me. That’s what normal people do.
Abbie: Go find something to do until five o’clock, Cameron.
I snorted but left her be, looking up at Shaw as he headed toward the chapel. “Anatoly has news,” he told me before disappearing into the room.
I left my phone on the table and got up, heading into the chapel. Jax and Ace followed in behind me. Arlo was already at the table, an energy drink resting in front of him. He had his glasses pushed up on the top of his head, and he was rubbing at his eyes.
“You good, brother?” I asked as I took my seat. Wasn’t like Arlo to look so… exhausted.
He nodded. “Tired as fuck. This job is a pain in the ass.”
I grimaced. “If you need an extra set of hands, let me know.” I didn’t mind the dirty work. Hell, it kept my mind occupied.
He nodded. “I’ll keep it in mind.”
Konrad, as usual, was the last to walk through the chapel doors. Used to be he was the first one in here right after Shaw, but since he’d come home from his last government job with Blu and Grey in tow, his priorities had changed. I couldn’t really blame him. Blu and Grey needed someone like Konrad. They’d come from a toxic, abusive situation, and they had a lot of healing to still do. Konrad was one of the best people I knew, even if we clashed heads.
Even Ace, who usually just did whatever the fuck he wanted, trod carefully around them—like he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with two human beings that seemed so fragile.
“We’re all here,” Shaw said. His burner phone was resting in front of him on the table. “What do you have for us?”
“I have a location and name for the man who is over the auction where Blu and Grey were sold,” Anatoly began. A few weeks ago, one of Anatoly’s men had recognized Grey as one of Huber’s toys—Huber being the son of a bitch Konrad took out on his government trip. We weren’t technically supposed to know anything about what Konrad did, but what he found out affected the club… and tied into the problem we were currently dealing with.
A goddamn sex trafficking ring.
Konrad took out Anatoly’s man, and Anatoly promised to dig deep and work on cleaning house on his end as well. We were all trying to keep the peace—a peace that was wobbly at best. Especially after we found out one of Anatoly’s men was a frequenter of this kind of shit. But as much as we didn’t like it, we needed the Russian, and he needed us—especially since we were housing his daughter since she’d been snatched from right under his nose.