Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
That is, until Ava appears.
Her father owes me, but instead of sending money, he sends his daughter as payment.
The second I lay eyes on her, I know there’s nothing I won’t do to protect her.
I’m determined to change my ways and become worthy of her, to give her the life she deserves.
But when I find out that her father has screwed over other gangs who are now determined to get to Ava as revenge, I know that my dream of a peaceful life will have to wait.
One last time, I’m out for blood.
I’ll tear apart anyone who dares to come after my girl.
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1
AXEL
Igroan as I run my hand down my face, the papers strewn across my desk crumpling when I lean on my elbows. All these notes will have to be burned by the end of the day. We can’t have evidence lying around, after all. Until then, they sit here and mock me with all the things I need to do, all the messes I need to clean up.
I’ve only been head of the Crows for a few months but the excitement of it is already wearing off. My father’s death was unexpected and sudden, a heart attack probably caused by all the fucking stress of running this gang for his whole life, and that meant there’d been no time at all for a proper handover.
Sure, I’ve been raised to take over one day, but I thought I had more time. At thirty-five, I’m no stranger to the dark reality of gang life, but the blood staining my hands is getting harder and harder to ignore. I don’t regret it—regret isn’t something that survives long in a life like this—but … I sigh, unable to deny the fact that I’m just tired.
I’m tired of running illegal businesses when I know for a fact I could take them legit and make just as much money but with half the damn stress. I’m tired of doling out punishments in the form of torture and bullets, tired of constantly having to watch my back because every other gang in this city is out for my head, tired of all of it. Not that I can afford to admit that to anyone. Weakness gets you killed.
I get my shit together, stack the papers in the corner of my desk, and set a lighter on top to remind myself to burn them. There are notes of what my men overheard from our rival gangs scrawled across them, notes that have since been backed up by our tech guy in an impenetrable folder that not even the best hacker could get into. My father was far from a good guy, but he built a solid team of some of the best, most skilled guys around. From our snipers to our runners to our tech guys, The Crows is the strongest gang in the city for a damn good reason.
My office door opens as someone raps their knuckles against it, not waiting for me to invite them in before they’re already barging into my space. I know who it is before I look up. There’s only one man who would dare to invite himself into my office like this, and he’s damn lucky I grew up with him or else I’d have shot first and asked questions second.
Nick shuts the door behind him, and instead of his usual cocky smirk, his lips flatten into a grim expression that has me on edge immediately. The instant I was made head of the gang, I appointed him as my second in command. There’s nobody else I trust in this world like Nick, even if he can be an asshole at times.
“What’s wrong?” I ask immediately, pushing to my feet as suspicion trickles through my blood. Nick groans and walks over, flopping down on the chair on the other side of my desk dramatically.
“You know how you sent us out to collect what we’re due, yeah?” he starts, and I nod. Between trades and our multiple businesses, it’s not uncommon that the lower gangs or thugs in the city owe us, and I don’t let anyone get away with theft. They pay up, or they pay in blood. It’s brutal, but it’s just the way things have to be. I can’t afford to be lenient.
“I’m guessing by your attitude that not everybody was happy to be visited?” I guess, raising a brow.
Nick shakes his head. “Most of them paid up, but Ford hasn’t sent payment yet.”
My teeth grind together as frustration builds in me. Toby Ford runs one of the smaller gangs, the Vultures, who have a reputation for being callous bastards. Sure, we’re dangerous as hell, but Ford is cruel.