Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
“Yeah, but I’m not a patched member of your club,” I remind him in an equally are you dumb tone.
“Bro, you and Remy were there,” he lowers his voice and leans away from Shelby’s stool, “when Shelby was in trouble. I owe you.”
“You don’t owe me anything.” I snort and shake my head. We didn’t do a damn thing helpful on that trip. “We got there after everything went down.”
“Yeah, but you came.” Rooster’s solemn expression doesn’t change. “That shit matters.”
I would feel better going with more people, especially since Molly will be there. I’ll be tied up with pre-fight interviews and training. I don’t want her to feel abandoned. And let’s face it, it’s not exactly hardship for a bunch of bikers to hang out in Vegas for a weekend.
While I’m mulling it over, Remy returns from wherever he went. He slaps my shoulder and stands next to me.
“What’re you doing with the bar?” Jigsaw asks him.
Remy crosses his arms over his chest. “What am I doing with it for what?”
“When your boy’s in Vegas,” Jigsaw says. “I assume you’re going?”
Not sure how I feel about being called Remy’s “boy.”
Dex joins our circle, almost like they planned their ambush in advance.
“Where are we at?” Dex asks Rooster.
What the fuck is happening?
“Asking if he needs help covering the bar for Vegas,” Jigsaw says.
Remy shrugs. “I’ll have coverage. Lynette and Anderson will be fine for a weekend.”
“Emily and I can help you out,” Dex offers.
Remy frowns. “Does Emily know you’re offering her services?”
He chuckles. “She likes your place. She’s between jobs right now. She won’t mind helping a small local business. I’m out this way all the time. It’s not a problem. And it’s not like I don’t have experience.”
“Your strip club isn’t quite the same as my Nana and Grandpop’s tavern,” Remy laughs. “But I get your point.”
“Yeah, it’ll probably be a lot less drama than what I deal with,” Dex says.
I glance at Remy. “They did say I can bring whoever I want with me.” I don’t want to ask for his opinion in front of the Lost Kings and accidentally insult them when they’re making a generous offer.
“Eraser’s already committed but Vapor’s probably not going to be able to go, so the more people the better.” He pops his fists together and shoots a quick glare at me. “It’ll make me feel better about Molly being there.”
“Shelby wants to go too.” Rooster rests his arm over her shoulders, drawing her back into the conversation. “If you don’t mind.”
Have an actual celebrity in my entourage? “No, of course not.” Molly will be so excited to hang out with Shelby, maybe she won’t worry about me as much.
“Oh, oh, oh!” Shelby leans forward. “I’m supposed to ask you if you need a sponsor.”
I stare at her, unsure of how to answer.
“Not me.” She waves her hand in front of her face. “I told Dawson I know you.” She glances up at Rooster as if asking if she should continue. He shrugs. “He sponsors fighters sometimes. Hates the guy you’re fighting.” She snaps her fingers a few times. “Magic?”
I nod quickly.
“He really wants to see you punch his porch lights out,” Shelby says.
Remy snorts at her colorful description.
This is so fucking weird.
“Well, give it a think,” she says. “I’ll have him reach out to you.”
“All right.”
Rooster lifts his chin at me before leaving with Shelby.
“Don’t sweat it, Griff.” Jigsaw says in a low, confidential tone. “Dawson Roads has more money than he knows what to do with.”
“Yeah, but still…” I shake my head like it’ll help me sort all the information that’s been thrown at me.
But the surprises aren’t finished coming.
The shadow of the enforcer for the Lost Kings falls over us. Wrath’s big enough to block out half the room. Jigsaw moves to the stool Shelby had been sitting on.
“Welcome back.” Wrath stretches out his hand and I give it a quick shake.
“Thanks for coming.”
He stares at me for a few seconds. “The fuck happened to your face?”
I shoot a glare at Remy. “Some cocky asshole wanted to go a few rounds.”
Remy raises his hand, then winces from his still-sore ribs. “Hi, it’s me. I’m the cocky asshole.”
Wrath rumbles with laughter. “Good to see nothing changes with you two.” His gaze narrows on Remy. “Who won?”
“I tapped out,” Remy admits without posturing. “He was three seconds from choking me unconscious.”
Wrath has always appreciated directness. He nods slowly, then focuses on me again. “Looked like you learned some new techniques on the show?” He waves his big hand in front of my face. “Besides all that other embarrassing bullshit.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Don’t tell me you watched it.”
“Fuck no. Just some of the highlights Trinity showed me.”
“You let your wife watch that?” Remy asks. “A show full of shirtless beefcakes clowning around and showing off?”