Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“At ease,” he drawled sarcastically, making his way over to the bar, where a bottle of Blaise’s favorite whiskey sat.
Blaise wasn’t here yet, but then I had arrived ten minutes early. It seemed everyone had also wanted to be early for the first meeting with Blaise as the official boss. That wasn’t why I was early though. I was fucking anxious. The fear that AJ was about to become one of our hits scared the fuck out of me. Doing anything that would hurt Haisley seemed impossible.
Would I have a choice? No. I already knew that answer.
“Did you tell him why we’re here?” Huck asked Gage, pointing the cigar between his fingers at me.
“I did,” he replied, taking his drink and sinking down on the other brown leather chair.
Levi looked up from the papers in his lap. “It’s not looking good for her brother. We should have killed him, and that’s on me. Aspen begged me, and the fact that they’d lost the younger sister already got to me. I was weak.” He looked pointedly at me. “Lesson number one: Don’t let anything make you fucking weak. It comes back to bite you in the ass.”
I stuck my hands in the pockets of my jeans to keep from fisting them at my sides. “She’s not just my girlfriend,” I replied tightly. “She’s carrying my baby.” Which fucking trumped all of them when they’d faced shit with their women.
“All the more reason to kill her fucking brother. To keep her safe. He’s mental,” Huck said before sticking the cigar back between his teeth.
“Easy. We haven’t heard from Blaise yet. No need to stress him out,” Trev told him as he stood and walked over to me. He gripped my shoulder and squeezed. “Deep breaths, man. Don’t go there in your head.”
I looked at him and nodded. He was right. I was getting worked up, and that was what they wanted. They liked to fuck with me. I was the only one who hadn’t killed someone. Sure, I’d had my gun pointed at men when we went to handle business, but it was never me who pulled the trigger. Normally, it was Gage or Huck. Sometimes, it was Blaise. Twice, I had witnessed Trev make the kill. But never me.
The door opened, and Blaise walked in the room. His gaze swung from Levi over to me. He gave me a look that made my stomach clench before walking by the bar, pouring whiskey into a glass, then going to take the papers Levi was holding.
“I trust Sax is aware of why we’re here. He’s not about to be blindsided?” Blaise said, lifting his gaze to Gage.
“Did as told, boss,” Gage replied, then grinned. “Damn, I like saying that.”
Blaise smirked, then walked over to his desk and dropped the papers on it. He took a drink as he studied them. Every second he remained silent, my heart slammed against my chest. I wanted to demand he explain what was going on. Tell me what AJ had done. Stop making me slowly lose my shit while standing here.
“To make this clear, the Florida Vipers are what we call a set. They aren’t connected to the LA Vipers. A man named Jag built the Florida-based one. His connections with a group that smuggles in crack, heroine, and PCP to the Tampa port is how he got started. We underestimated Acid’s connections and ability to continue without Jag.
“The LA Vipers don’t like when their name is used, and if Acid’s Vipers grow any bigger than Florida and stretch into the Southeast, they would be wiped out by the others. Right now, I doubt the LA gang knows they exist. They’re small fish.
“If our resources are correct, Acid has rebuilt the Vipers after we took out most of them and Gage killed their leader. It seems Destiny is a part of them too. She’s recovered from the slicing Blaise dealt her, although her scars are unattractive. Apparently, my slicing off the Viper tattoo from Acid’s body as a warning wasn’t enough. I should have put a bullet between his eyes.
“The Vipers are making plans for revenge. Word is out that I’m the boss now, and we believe that’s what he has been waiting on before making a move.”
I needed to sit down. What the fucking hell? I moved over and sat on the end of the sofa. I could feel their eyes on me. All of them. What did they want me to say? AJ was a Viper. He was Haisley’s brother.
Fuck!
“We go wipe them out a second time and make sure Acid and Destiny get a bullet. Stupid bitch won’t go away,” Gage snarled, flipping his knife between his fingers like the psycho he was.
“My informant believes they’re going to wait until the new year,” Levi said, standing up. “Which means we need to move before then.”