Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
“Sounds good,” he said to both Shanna and Mae.
When Mae hit the bottom step and started running toward the back of the building, he called out to Cash. “Bring me the phone.”
He pushed through the door while shoving off his jeans and underwear. The donut shop was about five minutes away, giving him fifteen minutes before they returned. Perfect for a fast fuck before he started his fucked-up day.
Chapter 29
More than any time before, Dev needed to be on his A game. Thanks to Cash’s special brand of love making, he was loose, relaxed, and semi-calm. Okay, that might be a stretch…which Cash did really well… At least he wasn’t wired and fried like usual these days. Coupled with Cash’s efforts, his sweet daughters gave him a hug before he left this morning. Their love energized him and gave him strength. Ready to put a fork in this bitch of a life he had and call it done.
He knew these roads like he knew his own face and barely paid attention as he slowed the Harley, coming up on the entrance to the parking lot of the Disciples clubhouse. Church was only for the patched brothers and absolutely mandatory. No one else was allowed inside the room, but as Dev took the turn into the lot, he saw maybe as many as a hundred bikes parked in every inch of the lot and back acres. The Disciples colors shone vivid and strong. Prospects and brothers alike stood waiting and watching for his arrival.
If he read it right, the energy pulsing off the guys spoke of hard-core vengeance. The grim faces ranged from sadness to anger. Every man there would willingly put their lives on the line for immediate retribution and appeared to want that moment sooner rather than later.
As he pulled to the front of the building, he saw that skank Dixie and her daughter Daphne standing with the other club whores, waiting to go inside.
Dev had barely given his dad’s side piece a single spare thought since his old man hit the pavement yesterday. What a stupid cunt to be here today. Of course he’d have to figure something out for her, but that time wasn’t now. The whore Dixie should’ve stayed away. He set his jaw as he parked straight up to the front door just like his old man used to do.
Diesel rode behind him for the entire ride from his house to the club. His new shadow, while defining his role as second. It didn’t really bother him like he thought it might.
Dev cut his engine, dropped the kickstand in place, and dismounted the bike in one fluid motion. He glanced over the sea of Disciples cuts just like the one he wore now. There was absolutely no sense of pride in this moment even though the men needed the unity of the patch.
With his jaw clamped tightly shut, Dev whipped his sunglasses off his face, tucking them into the opening of his long-sleeve T-shirt, appreciating the warmer weather. Climate change had just become his new best friend.
“Church,” he bellowed in his deepest, darkest tone. He spoke with force, showing anyone watching who was now in charge of this bitch.
As he started inside, he reached for his cell phone, checking for any incoming messages, hoping Cash or Shanna had figured out some tentative plans for the funeral before he had to speak to this crowd.
“Devilman.” Dixie’s skinny, cold fingers reached out, grasping his forearm. Instant repulsion roiled in his stomach. His frown was so pronounced his face physically hurt under its severity as he shot her a gaze with the laser-beam intensity he intended. “I’m here for anything you need…” she started.
“Get your fuckin’ hand off me,” Dev bit out. “Follow the goddamn rules. Your owner died. You’re back on the market. Take your spot at the back of the line.” He twisted his arm out from under her touch. “And don’t ever fuckin’ touch me again.”
“Don’t talk to my mama that way,” Daphne spouted, jumping forward, pointing her finger in Dev’s face. “She lost her life partner…”
Oh hell no.
“Diesel, get your girl before I put them both out,” Dev said over his shoulder. His voice was hard, mean, and dismissive. As much as he didn’t want this life, especially this position, he was glad to finally be able to make his opinions on both women clear.
Daphne gave a screech then a scream that rivaled those in a horror flick. Nothing abnormal for this rowdy bunch of women. He braced for her attack but Diesel did his job well.
Dev ignored the aftermath of his edict as he pulled open the clubhouse door. He paused, almost stumbling as he stopped in the entry. This building was built by the brothers’ hands, years before his birth. A place that had been full of life for as long as he could remember. At some point, every brother had lived within these walls. Prospects and brothers alike spent an enormous amount of time there.