Kade – Fallen Crest High Read Online Tijan

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Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
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My blood boiled. “What are the rules for the ring?”

Logan’s gaze swung my way.

I ignored him, focusing on this punk.

He focused on me, and recognition flared. His smirk transformed to a genuine grin. “Well, fuck. The Hall of Famer himself.” His voice cooled. “It’s been a long time since you ran this area, Kade. You and your brother aren’t welcome here either.”

Logan sidled up next to me. “He asked about the rules for fighting.”

Stripes studied Logan, his face locking down again. “No weapons except your fists. No killing. Winner is declared by knock out or if your opponent can’t get up. That’s it.”

“Done.” I was fine with that. In fact, I needed it.

Stripes frowned at me, still assessing. A small bit of surprise was on him.

“What?” Channing held out his hand. “No. We’re not here to fight.”

I looked over at the ring again. The two current fighters were young. I didn’t want to worry about hurting someone my daughter’s age. That didn’t feel right, but there were others waiting on the sideline. They were closer to my age. I wouldn’t feel any sort of guilt about laying into them.

“I don’t think they discriminate by age,” I noted.

He rolled his eyes, stepping up in front of me to block me. “Our kids are here,” he told Stripes. “They’re underage. Unless you’re cool with having underage teenagers around these parts, just let us in to get them. We’ll leave right after. No blood needs to be spilled.”

The last statement was for me. I could feel Logan, restless next to me. He wanted to open his mouth and let loose, but Fallen Crest had changed. We had changed. If we were younger, we’d already be throwing fists, but Channing was keeping his head, and he was right. We were here for Maddy and Max. And Jesus, if Maddy saw me take to the ring? That wouldn’t be good.

What was I doing? I was losing my head.

“You have a kid here?” Stripes’s voice went sharp. His eyes darkened. “Who?”

Channing’s eyes narrowed, and the roles reversed. Something shifted between them. Suddenly he was the one being smug and smirking. I didn’t know what brought it on.

“My son.”

Stripes lifted his chin. The mask fell away, revealing he was all business. He stepped back and motioned for his bikers. Two dispersed immediately.

My gut churned.

Maddy was here. If we’d stayed in Boston or San Diego, this wouldn’t have happened. She’d had a more normal life there—the occasional party, movies, a trip to the mall, beach bonfires. It was different here. The shadows around Fallen Crest, where all the wealthy millionaires lived, had grown more dangerous. Maybe as one rose, the other declined? They balanced each other, I supposed. The more wealth, the higher the hoity society in Fallen Crest, the more dangerous the territories around it became. Which meant living here was possibly the worst decision we’d made for the kids.

Channing was a bounty hunter. We all had other businesses, some of them together, so I knew he didn’t need to be a bounty hunter for money. It’s just what he did, but even he looked surprised at everything happening here. That made me wonder if there were elements around here even he wasn’t aware about. Maybe he kept his head down, focusing on what stood in front of him and no longer searched the shadows anymore?

One of the bikers rejoined us. He spoke to Stripes before the latter shifted, looking somewhere further inside. After a moment, he ran a hand over his jaw before giving a small nod. “They’re in the back. You and Kade can collect your kids.”

We moved forward as a group, but the bikers quickly formed a wall.

“Only the two fathers can go in,” Stripes clarified.

Logan growled, his restlessness snapping. “I don’t fucking care what you say—”

Every one of us readied ourselves. We all recognized the sound coming from my brother. The need for violence twisted inside of him too.

Neither of us was quite in control.

Stripes showed his teeth, moving to face off against Logan. I checked him, moving faster than him. Stepping into his path, I made it look like he’d made the first move, not us.

He noted the positioning and his eyes jerked to mine. He was surprised.

We shared a look in that split second. We both got a read on the other and a week ago, our roles would’ve been reversed. This was his place of business. His territory. He had more men to back him up. Hell, he had all the power on his side, except I was on edge. I was the unknown in this situation, and I couldn’t make myself care that he was a killer.

Everything in me needed to feel someone’s blood.

He read that. Just like I read him, that he was aware in the moment, they’d win. He was also aware my name would bring a spotlight to this world that thrived only if it was in the dark.


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