Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Jagger collapsed on top of me, his skin hot and clammy against mine, his breath ragged as he buried his face in my neck.
“Holy fuck,” he panted, voice raw. “I’ll move in a second. I just… can’t feel my body.”
A breathless laugh escaped me, surprising me. There had never been a moment where I’d felt this close to someone, not even during missions where every movement, every breath, had to be in sync to stay alive. But this, this was different. This wasn’t just trust, it was something I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt before.
Jagger lifted his head, his lips curling into a lazy smirk, his eyes warm with amusement as he looked down at me. I wasn’t sure if what we’d just done had been making love or fucking—but whatever it was, I realized something. I trusted him. And maybe—just maybe—Jagger was the exception to my rule. And I was willing to take that chance.
Chapter 6
Kyle
Acouple of hours later, after Jagger and I had made very good use of the shower and each other, we were all gathered around, about to eat, when my phone rang.
Bo.
I put it on speaker immediately, every nerve in my body tensing as I waited.
“You’re not being smart, Kai,” she murmured, her voice low, cautious. “I can’t take this risk.”
Before I could respond, Hunter jumped in, his desperation bleeding through. “Bo, it’s me. It’s Hunter.”
A sharp inhale.
“She’s okay, Hunter,” she whispered. “I’m working on it.”
The relief that hit me was immediate, we had her on our side. But Hunter was pissed, understandably.
“That’s it?” His voice snapped like a whip. “That’s all you can say?”
Bo’s breath was shaky on the other end. “I don’t have a lot of time.” Her voice dropped lower. “I didn’t know what they were planning until it was already done. You need to clean shop, Preacher.”
My stomach turned at the words. Clean shop?
Preacher leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, his jaw clenched. His eyes flicked around the room, scanning like we were already being watched. “How did you know I was here?”
She gave a soft, almost pitying laugh. “You were part of the retrieval.” Her tone turned sharp, urgent. “You need to clean shop.”
Something was wrong.
Noah sat forward, his expression tight. “Bo, when I see you—”
A sharp tut cut him off, dismissive, like she already knew what he was going to say, and then the line went dead.
Silence. Thick. Heavy. Ominous.
Jagger was the first to break it. “Oh, fuck. I know who she meant.”
Before any of us could react, my phone buzzed again, Data’s name flashing on the screen. I snatched it up, barely getting out a greeting before he spoke.
“Got ‘em.”
The room was dark, damp, the air thick with the stench of sweat and fear.
And her, the bitch I’d hated for years.
I paced in slow, deliberate circles around her, my boots scuffing against the concrete floor. She was tied to a chair, her breathing sharp, her eyes flicking around, searching for an escape that didn’t exist. I forced myself to stay level-headed.
The old emotions—the rage, the bitterness, the betrayal—I pushed them down. This wasn’t about the past. This was about now.
She had been selling out the Knights, feeding information to the very pieces of shit we were at war with. But why?
If I went off half-cocked, I could miss something important, I had to stay in control. I had to keep my Kai mentality.
The rational, stable-minded soldier.
I stopped in front of her, crossing my arms, tilting my head slightly. “Tell me,” I murmured, my voice eerily calm. “Why?”
She swallowed hard, her eyes darting between me and the door like she thought someone was coming to save her. We both knew that no one was.
I crouched down, leveling my gaze with hers.
“No more lies, no more bullshit.” My voice was a whisper, but the steel beneath it was unmistakable.
Her lips trembled, but she didn’t speak.
I leaned in closer, letting my breath ghost over her cheek. “You will tell me,” I promised, my tone soft. “One way or another.”
Her breath hitched, and I smiled because I wasn’t leaving this room until I got what I wanted.
“Ahhh, Store,” I murmured, circling the chair she was sitting in, slow and deliberate. She was trying to act unaffected, her posture perfect, her expression neutral. No fear, at least, not yet.
I could change that, easily.
“What are you going to do, Kai?” she sneered, her lips curling in disdain.
Even now, she looked immaculate. Polished. As if she wasn’t sitting in the middle of a room filled with people who wanted nothing more than to break her apart. That would change soon enough.
We hadn’t been far when Jagger put the pieces together, tracking her to one of the MC’s other chapters. A couple of calls later, and we were here. The chapter’s President had done his part, they’d kept her distracted until we arrived, ensuring she had no time to run. The element of surprise had been on our side, and it had been fucking glorious.