Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Only a few venture close enough to learn the truth behind our veiled persona. Those we can trust remain among us. Those whose intentions are of a dark nature are disposed of.
After all, we are cultivating a fortress system for ourselves and others—the beings humans fear and call supernatural. They fear us, but we have reasons to be wary of them and their world as well.
Immorality comes with loopholes for every kind, some more than others. As original beings, we’ve taken it upon ourselves to give other immortals a place to hide in plain sight. The Immortal Iron Brothers MC is a motorcycle club to the human world, but our brotherhood is so much more than meets the natural eye.
“They have been just? They have enslaved us all. Four generations we have served. How is that just?” Bradan bites out.
Rounding my desk, I move to stand before it and lean back against its front. I handcrafted this desk in one of my darkest times. It alone holds so much of my power. No one has been able to come close to it since its completion.
Not even my three brothers. Each has only ever made it a foot near before my power rolls off the cherrywood and starts to oppress their own energy and powers. It is one of the reasons I hide our deepest, darkest secret within it.
A secret I won’t share with anyone as it could ruin us all. I love my brothers dearly. I would give my life for them and have once come very close to doing so. Our life has not been an easy one. Long, very long, but never easy.
I fold my arms across my chest. My T-shirt stretches across my muscles and the leather of my cut whines under the movement. The Immortal Iron Brothers cut. It has been on my back for centuries now. One of the things I’ve learned to see as a constant.
I tilt my head. “Hold on, I want to hear him out. Rye, what makes you think this?” I question with a smirk. “How has the biggest mob family in New York and New Jersey since the nineteen twenties been any form of just?”
“Yeah, yeah, Kendrick. I get both your points, but as I said, none of that really matters now,” Reilly grumbles.
“This change, does that mean they will escape their fate? To never have sons again. Without a son, it would be nearly impossible to keep their bond with us,” Ardan says with wrinkled brows.
“I wonder, how do you suppose they were trying to keep the bond if they truly feel they’re hiding this fact from us?” Bradan finishes Ardan’s thought.
“I don’t think that has anything to do with the change,” Reilly says, his eyes distant as if he’s still trying to piece it all together.
“Purpose or not, this is the question I’ve asked myself. One or both of them have a child, and each has kept their children hidden from us. The gods will not allow me to see these children, but I’m absolutely sure they’re not male,” I say in frustration.
“Reilly, can you see them now?” Ardan asks.
“No, that’s the one thing I’m confused about. I see a change. A loss. However, there’s a new beginning I cannot reach. As if it hasn’t been pulled together yet.”
“Um,” I hum in thought.
I go to see if I can channel a vision of our future. However, Bradan speaks, grabbing my attention. I turn my gaze to him instead of within.
“You mentioned names. The fates have given us names but no faces. They are all male names. Yet you don’t see males in the bloodline of this generation,” Bradan muses.
“How is it you can’t see past the last generation? It’s odd that you, of all of us, cannot see them,” Ardan murmurs. “Have you thought of removing your iron?”
“No,” I say emphatically.
Ardan holds his hands up. “It was only a suggestion.”
“A foolish one. We’re not mated, nor have we broken our bond of duty. You, as well as I, know that if any of us removes our iron, it will cause mass destruction and call those we’ve remained hidden from.”
“This we know, but we remain vulnerable as long as we are unmated and in servitude,” Ardan challenges. “We don’t know what this change means, and that doesn’t sit well with me. You feel me? I’d like to know all we can. I think you forget the room of revelation. It was designed for times like this. The mirrors will—”
“No,” I bite out. “Our powers have been locked away for too long. We don’t know if that room can contain us once we release.”
“Then we need to find our mates or break this bond once and for all,” my brother grumbles.
“Well, it seems one of those problems is about to be resolved. The other…” Reilly trails off.