Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
He’s getting riled up, and I raise a hand to ease him back on the pillow. “I’m glad that mu-fucker is dead.”
“You need to calm down, brother. You’ve come a long way since that life.”
He nods, and when Banger turns to me, I’m reminded of how young he really is. Basically, a kid himself, at least compared to some of us.
“Demon’s dead, isn’t he?”
“Totally fucking dead, brother. It was your bullets that ended him. When we showed up, he was taking his last breath.”
“Good,” he growls angrily. “I know I’m not a hundred percent right now, Nova, but nothing, and I mean not one thing in this world, will stop me from getting Willow back. She’s my heart, my everything. I’ll die trying to bring her back to me. If that’s what it takes, it’s what I’m gonna do.”
I respect his words. Hell, the truth is that I’m jealous that he has someone he loves that much. Serving in the military and then the MC, and the only thing I would die for is my brothers in arms. Loving someone so completely is a foreign concept to me, but someday, I want to have that kind of love. Someday, I tell myself and turn my attention back to Banger. “The fuck you are,” I growl.
“Nova,” he starts, but I stop him.
“What I hear you saying is that you don’t trust the MC to get your girl back. You think we don’t all love Willow, or, fuck that, you think we don’t love you enough to get her back for you? She’s fucking family, man, and if we have to worry about you stompin’ off to do something stupid, then we’re not worrying about her.”
“Easy for you to say,” he grumbles and opens his mouth for another bite of pudding.
“Fuck you,” I spit the words at him, my anger growing at his insinuation. “I sat by your side this whole fucking time, working on you, cleaning your wounds myself, and willing you to just open your fucking eyes. You started healing almost immediately because you’re young and healthy, but you still wouldn’t wake the fuck up. Nothing I did, no combination could bring you back to us, and that was on me, Banger. Me! So don’t fucking tell me it’s easy for me to say.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Banger says after a long, tense silence. “It’s just, Willow means everything to me, and thinking of what those assholes might be doing to her? It doesn’t matter what happens to me.”
I nod because he’s right. I don’t have anyone I love like that. Except my brothers and this MC.
“It matters to me and Ace, Dix, and the rest of the MC. Willow is one of us, and we’ll tear them down to the fucking studs to find her. Believe that. You’ve been around long enough to know that’s the fucking truth.”
Banger nods, “You’re right, man. Now when the fuck can I get out of here?”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Maggie
I’m losing my fucking mind in this clubhouse. What the hell kind of biker gang is like a fucking sitcom family? I wake up each morning, hoping to find someone to talk to—other than Nova, but when I come out, it’s like Thanksgiving breakfast with too much food, dozens of grumpy bikers, and women with babies chomping on bacon, eggs, pancakes, and sausages, even fresh pastries.
And the pastries Maven creates are heavenly. How have I never stepped foot into For Goodness Cakes before?
This family gathering shit is just…odd.
I slap some eggs and bacon on toast, grab a Danish, and sit by myself in the corner.
I’ve been holed up in my room for days, planning and plotting. Now, I need to find that one person who’ll lend an ear about my escape plan, so I bounce back to my room.
A few days ago, I grabbed one of the notebooks inside the desk and wrote down everything I remembered about my former crew, where they stash the money and drugs, guns and girls. What houses in what neighborhoods they use, and any security details I can remember.
Club hangouts and favorite restaurants, even what corner stores they’ve claimed as part of BTD turf. It’s all written down, everything I know, and it’s all for these bikers.
If they give me what I want.
A hard knock sounds on the door, and I roll my eyes. I know exactly who it is because the good doctor can’t take a fucking hint. I march to the door and call out, “Who is it?”
“It’s Nova.”
I yank open the door with a phony-ass smile. “What’s up, Doc?”
He smirks, his gaze locked on mine, but goes on before I can tell him I don’t give a shit. “You want to get out of the clubhouse for a few hours?”
Hell yeah, I do. “What’s the catch?” I watch him closely, not just because he’s so good-looking that it should be illegal, but also because I don’t trust him.