Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“The kid’s sister was dating a guy who ended up being part of a human trafficking ring. She found out, and his bosses told him she had to be killed or sold. She got out and ran to her brother. He’s hiding her, but the boyfriend and his boss put people on him, so he has no way to get her out.”
“Shit,” Patch murmured. “I’d better go with you and make sure the motherfuckers didn’t hurt her.”
Patriot’s brow furrowed, and he shook his head. “Willa is about to pop, and if you’re not here when she gives birth, she and my woman will try to kick my ass.”
There was a chuckle at the door, and I glanced over to see Phantom sauntering into the room. “I’d pay money to see that show. Ten bucks says your old lady has her claws so deep in you that you let her win.”
Patriot rolled his eyes. “Of course I’ll let her win, asshole. If you had a woman digging her claws into you, you’d let her win too, before dragging her off to bed so she can dig them in a little deeper.”
I snickered, and Phantom shrugged as he settled himself against the wall. “If you say so.”
“What about Blade?” Nova asked.
“The Iron Rogue’s doctor?” Mac looked thoughtful as he leaned his chair back.
“You gonna be the one to tell Grey?” Phantom asked Nova dryly.
The Iron Rogues were an MC in Layla’s hometown. We had an understanding of sorts. Lee was married to their vice president’s sister. And he just happened to be Grey’s brother-in-law. While things were mostly smoothed over, Grey was still smarting over the fact that Maverick had snatched his old lady not long ago because of a misunderstanding.
“Nope.” Nova jerked his chin in Mac’s direction. “That’s his job.”
“I’ll call their prez. Fox is a scary motherfucker if you piss him off, but he also has a reputation for ensuring the women in and around his brothers are respected.”
Patriot nodded. “I’ll take Dash since the kid already knows him.”
“Dax and I will go with you, too,” Scout announced. “You might need us covering your asses with firepower.” Scout was one of the best snipers in the world, and since they were dealing with an organization that we had no details about, it would definitely be an asset to have him watching their backs somewhere he couldn't be seen.
“Phantom, you’ll handle the product run,” Mac ordered. Since Patriot had recently become our road captain, Phantom had taken his spot as captain.
“Sure thing, prez.”
“Now all of you get the fuck out of my office,” Mac growled.
“I need a minute,” I told him, and he lifted his chin in agreement. The others made a hasty exit, and I waited until we were alone to make my request.
But before I could speak, Mac grinned and folded his hands behind his head. “Need a vest?”
“Yeah.”
“Ordered yours, Phantom’s, and a few for other brothers a couple of weeks ago,” he informed me with a smug expression. “Figured sooner or later…”
“How soon can you have it done?”
Mac stroked his beard with one hand, then picked up his phone and hit a button. Someone picked up, and he growled, “Get your sexy ass to my office, baby.”
“One of the old ladies did one for Grey, but only ’cause Bonnie closed up shop for vacation. Bridget mentioned her yesterday, so she’s probably back, but my wife will know more,” he explained.
We had a few places where we sent out for cuts to be customized, but after several brothers had fallen fast and hard for their women, Mac had started keeping property vests on hand. Eventually, he’d even had the names of the patches who were single already added to them. When Bonnie was available, we sent them to her shop in town to have them custom embroidered.
I could give the vest to Layla as it was, but I wanted more. I wanted to see her name on it, officially branding her as my property and letting her know that no one would ever wear it but her.
“Jared MacKenzie, don’t order me around like a freaking caveman!” Bridget snapped as she marched into the room.
Mac grinned and held out his hand. “Then I’d miss seein’ you all fired up.”
Bridget’s face softened as she went to his side, taking his hand and letting him pull her onto his lap.
Damn, I missed my woman. We needed to wrap this shit up so I could get her home and bury myself inside her tight pussy.
“Bonnie around?”
“She reopened a few days ago,” Bridget answered. Then her curious eyes shifted to me before her mouth spread into a beaming smile. “For Layla? Yay!” She clapped her hands excitedly, and I chuckled. “I just met her, and I already like her! I’m so glad you’re keeping her!”