Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“I know, man,” Maverick sighed. “But the guy’s got to know she’s untouchable. This is my baby sister we’re talking about.”
“There’s another problem with your plan,” I announced, sliding off the stool.
Maverick’s brows drew together. “There is?”
I might not have had the chance to go to the Silver Saints clubhouse yet, but Grey had taught me a lot about club life. So I knew the answer to the question I was about to ask. “What happens if you take an old lady?”
“Never gonna happen.” Fox shook his head. “No one would ever touch an old lady.”
“Really?” Quirking a brow, I shrugged off the peacoat so they could see the vest Grey had given me only a couple of hours ago. Tapping my finger against the stitching on the front, I asked, “When you found out about me, did you get my name?”
“Yeah, I did.” I turned around so they could see the property patch, and Maverick hissed, “Shit.”
“Motherfucking hell,” Fox groaned. “You kidnapped a goddamn Silver Saints old lady?”
“It’s not like I knew that’s what I was doing,” Maverick protested, raking his fingers through his hair. “If I’d known she was claimed, I never would’ve had the guys pick her up. And I sure as fuck would’ve beaten the shit of them for hooding her so that I could have at least told her old man that she’d been taken care of.”
“In his defense, it’s a very new thing. And he might, maybe, possibly be a little understanding since he also kidnapped me.” I pressed my lips together and scrunched my nose. “But I doubt it.”
“Why the hell am I not surprised?” Fox scraped his hand across his jaw. “Those guys have the wildest stories when it comes to finding their old ladies.”
“And they’re protective as fuck over their women,” Maverick muttered. “I’m a dead man, and I don’t even have anyone to blame but myself.”
“You’ve got that right.”
Either those guys had messed up more than I’d thought, or Grey was an even better hacker than I thought. Not that it really mattered. The only important thing was that he’d come for me…and he brought reinforcements.
13
GREY
We’d infiltrated the compound with only a few incidents. But since this wasn’t yet an intended bloodbath, we only tranquilized the guards. When we reached the clubhouse, I motioned for my boys to spread out, cover all the exits, and only took Patriot, Rom, and Phantom inside with me.
Silently, I’d opened the door and stepped into what looked like a large gathering space with a bar and plenty of seating. Similar to our lounge. From my research, the men who’d been talking to my old lady were the president and vice president.
At my announcement, confirming Maverick’s assumption that he was a dead man for taking my woman, Lorelei whipped around them and ran straight into my arms.
“Grey! I knew you’d come for me.”
Knowing my brothers had the other men in their sights, I shoved my gun into the back of my pants and framed Lorelei’s face with my hands. “Of course I did, little firecracker. Are you alright?”
“Yes. Nobody hurt me.” She glanced over at the VP for a second before adding, “I’ve been well taken care of, I promise.”
After giving her a quick, hard kiss, I shoved her behind my back and approached the two men. They didn't back away or show any fear, but they watched me warily, unsure of what I would do next.
Finally, the president stepped forward. “Mav didn’t know she was an old lady when he ordered the boys to grab her. You won’t get any resistance from us when you take her and walk out of here.”
“I don’t give a fuck if it was intended or not. No one.” I took a step closer to Maverick and growled, “No one touches a Silver Saints old lady or anyone under our protection. You had to know you were signing your death warrant the moment you found out who she was.”
“She only showed us her property patch minutes before you showed up,” he argued, crossing his arms over his muscular chest and glowering at me. I was a little impressed. He was pretty much my equal in height and weight, and there was a calmness to him that told me he was deadly. Arms were not my specialty. I was dangerous, but most of my skills were best utilized in front of a computer.
But…I had a hell of a right hook. I closed the distance between us and cocked my head to the side. “You know I can’t let this go unanswered.”
Maverick’s eye narrowed a second before my fist hit his jaw. “Fuck!” he shouted as he stumbled backward, running into the bar. He coughed a few times, then turned and grabbed a glass before spitting blood into it. “Ouch. Shit.”
I watched him, waiting for his reaction once he’d had a chance to get his head on straight. Finally, he stood and faced me, scowling fiercely. “I deserved that,” he said evenly. “But that's the only free one you get.”