Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
I hung up the phone, then turned to her and said, “I’ve gotta go.”
“Will you be back?”
“Probably not. At least, not before you head back.”
“Oh.” Disappointment marked her face as she said, “That’s okay. I have a few things I need to get done at the apartment anyway.”
I brushed her long, blonde hair from her shoulder, then leaned down and kissed her on the neck as I whispered, “Tell me that you’ll come back.”
“I’ll come back.”
“And you’ll stay?” She didn’t immediately answer, so I removed my mouth from her neck and looked her in the eye. “Tell me you’ll stay, Londyn.”
“Yes, we’ll stay,” she answered as she lifted herself up on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around my neck.
I slammed my mouth against hers, and within seconds, the kiss became heated. Damn. This woman had me spiraling out of control. My hands slid down to her ass, lifting her up onto the counter. Her legs instinctively made their way around my waist, and the heat of her body set me on fire, giving me an overwhelming need to extinguish the burn.
Sadly, I didn’t have that option. I had to get to the clubhouse, so I stepped back and shook my head. “You’re killing me, woman.”
Her eyes skirted down to my bulging erection as she smiled and said, “Just giving you something to remember me by.”
“Evil. Pure evil.” I gave her one last quick kiss, then promised, “We will finish this conversation later.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
It was tough, but I forced myself out of the kitchen and into the bedroom. I grabbed my keys and wallet, put on my cut and boots, and on my way out, I yelled, “Bye Dalton!”
“Bye!”
“I’ll be back soon.”
“Okay!”
I couldn’t help but smile as I closed the door and headed out to my bike. Before pulling out, I glanced up at the house, and I was surprised at how different it seemed. It was no longer just brick and mortar. Having Londyn and Dalton there made it so much more—they made it feel like home.
It didn’t feel right leaving them, but I knew it was only a matter of time before I’d see them again. And when they came back, they would be staying—indefinitely. That gave me the peace I needed to pull out of the drive and head over to the clubhouse.
I wasn’t looking forward to dealing with this whole mess with the Stingers. We’d gone up against gangs before, and it never ended well—mainly because they lived by a different code. They are all about survival, even if that means putting their loved ones in imminent danger.
I had a difficult time even imagining putting our women and children in harm’s way. I would rip my own heart out if it meant protecting my family, and there wasn’t a Fury brother who didn’t feel the same.
When I got to the clubhouse, Maverick and Torch were in the computer room with Bones and Wrath, and they were all leaning over Bones’ shoulder as he hammered away at his laptop. “What are you looking at?”
“Going through last night’s security feed,” Maverick answered. “Trying to see who dropped off the bag.”
“There wasn’t anyone at the gate?”
“Riley and Levi,” Torch answered. “Riley was doing rounds, and Levi was taking a piss. His back was only turned for a minute, but it was the opportunity they needed to make the drop.”
“Damn.” Riley and Levi were prospects, and they’d both been doing well. They’d busted their ass and did everything we asked them to do and more. Until last night, they were proving themselves to be a real asset to the club, and I had no doubt that this fuckup was hitting them hard. “Where are they now?”
“I sent them out back to check artillery. Figured it would keep them busy for a while.”
“Good idea.”
Bones found the drop on the feed, and we could clearly see Keshawn’s car inch by the front gate. The tinted window rolled down, and seconds later, the duffle bag went flying through the air.
We didn’t need to see it to know that the Stingers were the ones who’d tossed the bag. We were simply hoping we might be able to see something we could use. Unfortunately, there was nothing new—just the same stupid red Camaro and gang member with bad aim.
At this point, we had more questions than answers, so Maverick told Bones, “Get me everything you can find on the Stingers. I want a list of their members and where they live, their hangout, and what shit they’re into. I want it all.”
“On it, Prez.”
“Let me know when you’ve got it.”
“Will do.”
Maverick and several of the others walked out, but I stayed to see if I could do anything to help. I sat there for a while, watching as he plowed away at that keyboard, and never once did he ask me for help. Hell, he didn’t even glance in my direction. It was clear he didn’t need me there, so I leaned over to him and said, “I’ll get out of your hair. If you need me, I’m just a...”