Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Instead of waiting for her denial, I smash our mouths together again for a deeper, more intense kiss than the previous one. I pour my heart into that kiss, hoping it’s enough to get her to stay. To trust me and the MC.
Finally, I step back with a smile, keeping our gazes locked until she’s out of view completely.
I want to stay and talk her out of whatever crazy plan she’s cooking up in her head, but I don’t have time. Not right now. MC business comes first, always, and right now, that’s our top fucking priority.
As soon as the sanctuary door closes, Ace is all business, and Church is in session. “We have to strike now. There’s no time to wait.”
“What do you have in mind?” Dix is at his side, always supporting the Prez in what needs to be done.
“A heist. We need to hit Morgan International tonight. Wild Man got the images from your phone, Dix, and I think we take it all.” A hint of a smile spreads slowly across Ace’s face, and I’m curious.
“What’s inside worth getting?” I love a good heist. Boosting shit from people who deserve it is satisfying as fuck.
“Two dozen wooden crates filled with guns with a high resale value. A few million dollars’ worth of designer clothes soaked in drugs. My guess is liquid cocaine.”
Preacher frowns. “What are we gonna do with that?”
“Find someone who knows what to do with it and sell it off for a lot of fucking money.”
There’s a gleam in Ace’s eyes as he looks around the table. My guess is he’s been working on this plan for a while. He says, “We leave for Morgan International at closing time and hit it thirty minutes later. In and out. Quickly.”
Coop asks the question on all of our minds. “Weapons?”
Ace nods. “Weapons, yes. No fires or explosions. I want Morgan to know he’s been hit and what’s been taken.”
Dix nods. “What if he’s already paid to get Aria back?”
“He hasn’t,” Ace says with confidence. “We’re using this to get his daughter back for him and to get the hit off Willow’s head. We’ll leave Stone behind here with a couple of prospects to keep an eye on the women. Meet back here in two hours, ready to work.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Willow
Holy shit. I am totally a dead woman. I didn’t just kill some random dude. Oh, no. That would be too easy, and like Mom always says, I can never do anything the easy way.
Instead, I kill the son-in-law of a cartel boss. Just fucking great.
The craziest part is that I can’t believe it happened, never mind, so fast. I was just chatting with the girls about Joaquin, and the next thing I knew, the warm spray of some killer’s brain was all over my face.
His eyes haunt me as I let the stream of a hot shower wash his blood away, watching it swirl down the drain almost as if it never happened.
But it did.
And I’ll never be able to forget the look in his eyes, the certainty that I wouldn’t kill him, and the horror when he realized how wrong he was.
That one split second changed everything.
Just when I find a man worth keeping—a hot and sexy biker—my whole life comes crashing down.
For the first time in my life, I find a good man who’s also a bad boy, badass and tough on the outside, sweet and lovable on the inside. He’s everything I need, everything I want in a man, and just hours ago, he told me he loves me.
Joaquin loves me.
It makes me smile.
If I’m lucky, we’ll have a few days left together.
Right now, I’m afraid about my future. If I even have one.
I have to go home and see my mom.
That thought sticks with me. I know I told Joaquin that I‘d stay put like a good little girl. I promised he doesn’t have to worry about me, but right here in this moment, I need to leave. Get as far away as I can from everyone.
First, I’ll go see Mom and tell her what happened.
Then I’ll pack a bag and say goodbye to Mom. I’ll make a clean getaway as quickly and quietly as possible, long before anyone realizes I’m gone. Hopefully, that will divert the stupid cartel’s attention from following me, so they leave the Reckless Souls and everyone else alone.
I leave everything but my phone and charger inside the room Joaquin and I have shared for weeks, minus my stay in the hospital. I hope that’ll throw him off long enough for me to get the hell out of California before he realizes I’m gone.
“Going somewhere, sugar?”
“Stone.” My shoulders fall at the sound of that familiar southern drawl, and I freeze just a few feet from the perfect exit.
I know it won’t work, but I try working Stone anyway. “What are the odds you’ll pretend you didn’t see me and just let me walk away?” I ask.