Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Hydro stands in front of me with his club at his back.
Cute.
He extends his hand for me to shake it. I decline. Dove stands beside me at the ready.
“You should know the trailer is empty.” I tell him frankly.
Hydro glares clearly pissed off. “Like I explained to Tripp, don’t have your woman.”
I let out a maniacal laugh, “first, you may be a club president therefore you may feel you got some kinda leverage.” I point to the patch on my cut, “I’m a pres too. This ain’t about comparin’ ball size or cock size. You won’t measure up. You fucked with a Hellion,” I jab at my own chest. “You touched what’s mine.”
“I didn’t touch shit.” He stands firm and rolls his shoulders back. “You’re treading on thin ice with the respect owed to me as a client. Understand you got a situation, but that shit ain’t with me.”
“You bleed your colors, I bleed mine. You stand for whatever the fuck you stand for, I stand for Hellions and in my world, women are off the table. Someone acting under your club name took what’s mine. You wanna protect your house, then figure out who the fuck is using your name.”
He turns to look at someone behind him and gives a nod. “Working that shit out still, Country Boy.”
My patience is wearing thin. “You’re takin’ too long for someone demanding I be on time with a transport. Here’s the deal, Lucille, I don’t give a fuck what’s in your trailer. I don’t care what business you are in. I didn’t touch your shit and I did the job assigned to me. What you did was doubt a Hellion. What you did started this war. What you did has me ready to slit your fucking cock and shove it down your woman’s throat so she can understand you started a war you can’t finish. We don’t fuck with women as a general rule, but I promise you I’ll end every one of you fuckers here, your women, and your fuckin’ kids. Your entire blood line can and will be wiped out.”
He steps up into my space, “Like I said, working shit out. What I’m gonna tell you and this will be the only pass you get with your mouth, big boy. Ain’t one motherfucker patched to my club touched your woman. What you need to understand, we don’t want a war, but we won’t back down from one. What you need to get through your thick fucking skull, we want you to have your woman and get the fuck outta here as much as you want to be gone.”
Well, we can agree on that. Before I can say anything, a man with a patch named Bruiser hands Hydro a phone.
“Watch this,” Hydro states handing me the phone.
I look at the screen where I see a man with a DreamCatcher’s cut enter an old store front from some small downtown. The windows are partially boarded up but they broke in. Suddenly, the phone turns and I see more of the DreamCatchers entering the space.
Sara sits in a chair staring at a man dressed in all black and a ski mask. Shocked at the entry, she watches in fear. I can see Sara’s eyes are puffy, she’s tired, she’s worried. There are dirt marks on her arms and face, her neck has red welts around it making me wonder what has happened. She doesn’t look like she’s been beaten up, just unkempt.
“Prospect,” the man in the cut calls out to the ski mask, to which his eyes widen in terror. The men pile in wearing DreamCatcher cuts and guns pointed on the man holding Sara hostage. I’m stuck in place watching this all play out.
“Cobra,” he replies, “I found the way in. This shows you. Don’t you see? You can’t deny my loyalty now. You have to give me your vote.”
“Bitchass, I don’t have to do shit,” Cobra tells him clearly pissed off.
“Cobra, nice to meet you,” Sara cuts in without missing a beat.
I don’t know if I want to smile proudly for her confidence or spank her until she can only think of me and my cock rather than this standing up to a man with a gun.
She doesn’t lose her stare on Cobra. “My buddy boy here, he really wants to be part of your club. I think he’s a little upset with you for your rejection so maybe let’s not call him a bitchass. Just a thought.”
My hand shakes holding the phone as I fight back the laugh. I’ve never met someone so bold. She really has brass balls. There is no tremble to her voice. She’s tired, but she’s strong.
In this moment, there is one thing I know without a doubt. She’s Sara and she’s fucking mine.
“Get her the fuck outta here,” Cobra orders and the woman with them approaches Sara.