Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
I put my hand over my jaw, rubbing it, remembering shit that I didn’t want to. I rub my fingers against the stubble there, harder than needed. Trying to exercise the memories of that night out of my head.
“She put something in your drink,” Skull mumbles.
Our voices are not much more than a small whisper. That doesn’t mean they don’t cut like a molten hot knife slicing into unblemished skin. I close my eyes against the force of my memories, and it doesn’t escape my notice that my damn hand is trembling.
“Dancer noticed I wasn’t acting myself. If he hadn’t, I probably would have taken the bitch to mine and Nicole’s room in the back. Even him trying to get me away from her didn’t work completely. I pulled her up in my lap. I began touching her. She was whispering in my ear about all the times that we were together. It was pissing me off, but I couldn’t make myself push her away. Mavis began kissing me and my mind got hazier. At one point, I thought it was Nicole kissing me. I remember telling her how much I wanted her. Then a beer bottle came whizzing by my head. I looked up and there was Nicole. I froze. I couldn’t understand how she was standing in front of me. I stood up, Mavis fell out of my lap onto the floor. Nicole grabbed her by her hair and pulled her away from me, then she brought her foot back and kicked Mavis in the face so hard that blood splattered over the floor.”
“Mierda,” Skull laughs. “She always was a hell of a woman.”
“It didn’t hurt she was wearing the boots I bought her for when we were riding. I stood up, and the world spun around me. I reached out for her, and she recoiled. Nicole screamed I was never touching her again. That if I wanted a whore, I could have her. Then, she kicked Mavis again and stomped out. Once she left, Dancer took charge. He had Mavis locked in one of the rooms, then called Doc over to see if what was going on with me was what he suspected. I was out of it for over an hour. When my head began to clear, panic hit me. Dancer had already pulled up the security cameras and pinpointed the moment when Mavis put something in my drink. I lost it. I wanted to chase down Nicole, and figured she’d be at home, but I needed to deal with Mavis first. Her old man’s club was out having a meeting. They had left their women at the club. We rounded up all of them and kept them in another room on lockdown. When the men returned, we interrogated them—especially her old man. They were clueless. So, I showed their president the film and kicked his whole fucking club out and told them the alliance wasn’t going to happen. Gave them two hours to get out of my fucking territory. He grabbed his woman out of the room, tore his cut off her and had his men throw her in the SUV they brought. They climbed on their bikes, and I never saw them again.”
“What club was it?”
I start to answer him when we hear someone yelling in the direction King left. An alarm rings into the night and my blood runs cold.
Things just went sideways.
Chapter 11
King
My body is tight with frustration. Spending so much time with Dragon—even if we didn’t talk—was harder than I thought it would be. I may have forgotten about killing the motherfucker for T’s sake, but I still don’t want to be anywhere near him. It has me so tense that my damn eye is twitching. I use a finger to massage my eyelid to try and get it under control. I take a deep breath and start walking toward the old yellow building. It used to hold the electronics for the amusement park. Now it’s a run-down, dilapidated mess. There are basically two usable rooms. Eyeball had the control room fixed back. It houses electric to the parts of the park they’ve fixed and monitors the cameras that they’ve set up around the compound. There’s a long-ass hall that leads to what the crew refers to as a holding cell. That’s where Nicole and Gabby are.
I see the guards watching me as I walk up. Lucky stares at me. I do not like this motherfucker. I’ve only met him once—very briefly. Something about this guy sets off warning bells even more than Eyeball and Demon do. These other guys are ruthless and greedy, true enough. They have no moral compass, either. I may be a one percent club member, but we have a code, our own set of morals. I guess you could say part of it is biblical—an eye for an eye. No one fucks with us and escapes retribution. No one. Lucky is different from the other men in this club. He’s evil. Pure fucking evil. Okay, I get it, to do what these assholes have planned for Nicole and the girl, you have to be evil. I can’t deny that. Lucky, though? He has an anger fueling his hate. He enters a room and the electric currents in the air immediately change, growing darker. Hell, I’m pretty sure he’s the one who orders Eyeball and Demon around. They’re just too stupid to realize it.