Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
“My boyfriend,” she hissed, blood running down her chest and stomach, staining her jeans. “Angel Lockwood. He’s the president of the Burning Demons.”
I kept my knife to myself, as promised. I was at least a man of my fucking word. That could be trusted, if nothing else about me could be.
I tapped my bloody knife against my other palm. “What does he want with this club?”
She shook her head. “I won’t—”
I sighed. “You won’t tell me?” I asked, cutting her off. I nodded my head. “Cool.”
“Wait—wait!” she screamed. “Rider, please—” I grunted in disgust. The only woman I wanted to beg me was upstairs, more than likely getting slowly fucked by our sweet boy, River. The sound of her begging me was wrong, and I made the pain hurt just a little more than I normally would to stop my skin from crawling.
She screamed as I cut the beginnings of an R into her stomach, being careful not to go too deep. She sobbed, her belly shaking as she did so, ruining my artwork. Didn’t matter. I finished the R and then stepped back. Blood dripped from the knife onto my boots, so I wiped it off on my jeans. My hands were an absolute mess, but it was nothing a good shower wouldn’t get rid of.
“Let’s try again.” I arched a brow at her. I wasn’t playing fucking games. “What does he want with this club?”
“You killed his brother for what he did to April,” she sobbed, bleeding all over the place. “He wants to wipe your club out and make April pay.”
Rage pulsed through me like a hot, live wire, but I contained it. Somehow, we all fucking did. It was a goddamn miracle. I even heard Smokey snarl something quietly, but Hawke gently shushed him.
“Is that why he beat you?” I demanded to know. “Because we took April in for the same thing?” Everything was beginning to add up nicely, and fuck, it made my stomach turn.
Our woman was in danger.
Malorie sobbed, nodding her head. “Yes,” she cried. “I let him. Tony was mine, too,” she cried. “And you fuckers ripped him from me. This was supposed to be the way we infiltrated your club.”
So, not only was April’s boyfriend a sadistic abuser, but he’d also been a fucking cheater. If I could, I’d bring him back from the dead just to kill him all over again. Because April hadn’t deserved any of the shit he’d done to her. She was too pure for a world this cruel.
I shook my head, a heartless laugh spilling past my lips. Malorie’s body quaked with fear. “You and your boyfriend are dumb mother fuckers,” I told her. “And it’s your fucking downfall.”
Then, I plunged the knife through her neck and yanked it back out, blood spewing everywhere, coating the front of my body before I could step back out of the way.
Her face was forever frozen in a mask of pain and horror, and I watched as the life slowly left her eyes and she choked on her own blood. Capone slid his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder.
“Good job,” he whispered in my ear.
A tremble ran through my body at his softly spoken praise.
CHAPTER 19
Brewer
Iwas sweating by the time the basement was cleaned up. All I wanted was a shower and to fall into bed before we got up stupid early for church in the morning. No doubt Capone would have a plan by morning time. And he would want to move on it quickly, especially since he’d managed to find Malorie’s phone hidden outside, buried beneath some leaves by the fence. If this guy tried calling Malorie, it wouldn’t take him long to figure out that she was dead. And we wanted to be on the move before they came up with a plan of retaliation.
“Fucking hell,” Hawke groaned as he rolled his shoulders. “I’m hopping in the shower and going to fucking bed. Tell April I said goodnight and I love her, yeah?” he asked as he headed to the stairs.
“Will do,” I promised, looking at Rider.
Rider was a fucking mess. Not only was he just as sweaty as I was, but he was also covered in dried blood and smelled fucking horrible. The scent of blood was metallic, and it made my teeth tingle like I was biting and dragging them over a spoon.
It wasn’t pleasant in the slightest.
“You ready to head up?” I asked Rider.
Rider nodded. “You joining me in the shower?”
I huskily laughed and stepped up to him. Curling my hand around the back of his neck, I dragged him closer to me until our bodies were perfectly aligned. His dick was already hard, and I groaned at the sensation of his length against mine. It felt blissfully good—even through the layers of clothes separating us.