Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“We would need proof, how the fuck are we goin’ to get that?” Cade questions.
“I need to speak to Gerard,” I say. “I need to confront him, tell him to confess so I can clear my name. I can act all innocent and broken. All we need is him to admit he did it, then we have what we need. If Hound is watching my every move, he will see me go to Gerard and, hopefully, he will confront him, too.”
“I don’t think it’s enough,” Jackson grinds out. “He’s too smart. We need somethin’ to use against him, some kind of blackmail to get him scared. Then, and only then, will he consider Hound’s offer when he comes forward.”
“How are we supposed to get something on him when we know nothing about him?” Ciara questions. “Believe me, we’ve been trying.”
“We need to figure out who his family is, or find something we can use against him. We know where he is staying, maybe we could get someone staying there on board to get information. There were multiple women with him,” I say.
“That could work,” Addison nods, her eyebrows going up. “If we could bribe someone in that house with enough money, they could get information. All we need is something we can use against him, something to get him scared, and then we just need to lead Hound to him.”
“I think it’ll work,” Ciara agrees, looking around the room. “So far, it’s the only plan we’ve got.”
“What if Hound doesn’t take the bait?” Spike mutters, leaning against the kitchen counter.
“We’ll have to make sure he does,” Muff throws in. “All he needs is to ‘overhear’ Serenity sayin’ something about Gerard, and how she needs to take him out to clear her name, and Hound will take that chance to swoop in and get Gerard on his side. If he thinks that he can bring her down, the club down, and make us suffer, he’ll take it.”
“Are we goin’ forward, Pres?” Spike asks, looking to Jackson.
Jackson grunts, but nods. “Find out who is in that house with him and bribe them with whatever you can to get them on our side. We just need somethin’ we can use against him.”
“I’m on it,” Muff says, turning and walking out of the room.
This will work, right?
It has to work.
It just has to.
I STARE DOWN AT AVA sleeping, and my heart aches even though I’m right beside her. I don’t want to walk away, I don’t want to leave her side, I just want to watch her all night, but I can’t. I need to go and fix things with Jackson, because if I don’t, this plan is never going to work. My name will never be cleared, and I’ll never be truly free.
Turning, I tiptoe out of the room and close the door softly. It feels nice to be back in the house, even though it’s a huge risk. I can’t be seen near windows and doors, and there are bikers watching out for police officers in multiple locations. Jackson is using a burner phone, to be safe, and we’re doing everything we can to keep me out of prison while we fix this.
I find Jackson sitting at a chair by the window, his feet up on the ledge, a beer in his hand, staring out into the darkness. I want to go over to him, but I can’t be seen in the window, so I do the only thing I can ... I turn the lights out. Nobody can see in if the lights are out. Jackson shifts in his chair, and I can just see his silhouette beneath the moonlight cascading through the window.
I stop behind him and reach down, running my fingers through his damp hair. He smells clean, faintly of lavender, and I know he has recently showered. He’s not wearing a shirt, and the intense urge to run my mouth over his flesh is crippling. I can’t stop myself. I move around to the front of him and put my legs either side of his.
He doesn’t say anything.
He doesn’t move.
I bring my mouth down and press it to his bare chest, loving the way his muscles bunch and jerk beneath my tongue. I kiss and suck, moving up and down, over his chest and upper abdomen. His cock is hardening beneath me, and even though he hasn’t made a single sound, I know he wants it too.
I lift my head until my face is in front of his, and I can feel his warm breath against my lips. I slide my tongue out, running it over his lower lip, finally earning myself a growl. Fuck, when he growls, it’s like the world stands still. I want him so bad.
“Tell me you forgive me, honey,” I murmur against his lips. “I can’t live with you being mad at me.”