Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“Come on, Scarlet,” he snapped. “We’re leaving.” He glanced around the place like he was looking for someone in particular. Then he muttered seemingly to himself, but I was pretty sure he meant for me and Rage to hear. “Fuckin’ bastard wouldn’t know a good member if one nailed him in the ass.”
Rage and I looked at each other. Apparently, Sting hadn’t immediately taken him on. I could have told the asshole he wouldn’t. Being a member of Iron Tzars wasn’t a trivial thing. We had blood on our hands. Literally. And as long as there were people who needed killing, we were up for the task. Also, becoming a member was a “for life” deal. No one left the club. The only member I knew of who had was our former president. Warlock had been accepted into Black Reign MC at the requested demand of their president. No one said no to El Diablo if he really wanted something.
“I’m just about finished,” Scarlet said softly.
“You’re finished,” Hammer snapped. “We’re leaving.” He took a hold of her right upper arm and yanked her after him. Scarlet winced and gasped in pain, but quickly covered it with a blank expression. Instantly, both me and Rage were on our feet moving in their direction. Breaker was hot on our heels.
“Take it easy there, hoss.” Atlas beat us to him. He had a smile on his face, but I could see the anger inside Atlas simmering underneath the surface. Mainly because I felt much the same way. Only I didn’t bother to hide behind a thin veneer of civility.
“You’re hurting her.” I couldn’t stop the growl as we advanced.
Hammer stopped and glared at us but didn’t let go of Scarlet’s arm. He was an intimidating man, but from what I’d seen of him, he was more bluster than action. He might talk a big talk, but he wasn’t going to be anxious to take on me, Rage, Breaker and Atlas all together. “She got a fuckin’ flu shot today. If she’d take some acetaminophen and ibuprofen like I fuckin’ told her to, she wouldn’t be sore.” He jerked Scarlet’s arm again. This time, she schooled her features, not seeming to mind the way he manhandled her.
“Bye, Winter. It was so wonderful to meet you.” Scarlet waved at Roman’s woman with a smile.
“It was nice to meet you too, Scarlet. I hope you can join us this weekend for girls’ night out.”
Scarlet glanced up at that shit, Hammer, as if his decision dictated whether or not she could go with the other old ladies. Hammer gave her a hard look and a slight shake of his head and Scarlet’s face fell.
“I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to make it. Please tell Lemon and Apple I’ll see them at school.” Hammer tugged her arm again and nearly pulled Scarlet off her feet. She winced slightly but held in her cries when I knew she was hurting. “Bye, guys.”
Hammer didn’t slow down or give her time to catch up. Scarlet stumbled after him, and more than once I was sure she’d fall on her face. Each time, Hammer held her up by that arm. Each time he did, she winced in pain. I could see her jaw clench. That bastard didn’t acknowledge she might be hurt. Rather, he shoved her onto the back of his bike. Scarlet didn’t look the least bit steady, or able to hold on to him. When he took off, she nearly tumbled off the back before gaining her balance. Judging by the way he smirked back at Scarlet, Hammer had done it on purpose.
“What the fuck was that all about?” I muttered my question, not really expecting an answer.
“Not sure, but I think someone needs to tell Claw about this.” Rage had an expression on his face as hard as I knew my own expression was.
I snorted. “You gonna do it?” Yeah. I could imagine how that conversation would work. Given that Claw was the vice president of a club rumored to be full of black ops soldiers, his temper had the potential to get more than a few men killed. My guess was it probably wouldn’t bode well for the messenger.
“I’m not telling Claw.” Me and Rage still watched the bike speeding off into the night.
“You’re afraid to tell Claw.” The barb was automatic when I wasn’t in the teasing mood. Rage and I always threw shade at each other. It was just how we rolled.
“Damned right I’m afraid to tell Claw. If it were just a guy from his club mistreating a woman, I wouldn’t give a shit. But I ain’t too chickenshit to admit I’m being a coward. I tell the vice president of Grim Road I think the man who’s fuckin’ his daughter might be abusing her too? And we just let him roll right on out of this fucking compound with his daughter on the back of his fuckin’ bike? Yeah. I’ll be part of any group you want to take to go after this bastard, but no fuckin’ thanks. Get Sting to tell him. Or Brick or Roman. Above my fuckin’ paygrade.”