Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“Watch out,” a man took my arm. The other prospect on my side.
I looked down at the large hand guiding me around a huge rut in the dirt that would’ve made me bust my ass had he not moved me, and then back up at the other prospect.
This one I didn’t know anything about, and I didn’t get the happy vibes off of him that I got off of Fender.
No, this man was scary.
Not in a ‘he’s going to kill me’ way, but in a ‘he could kill me if he wanted to’ kind of way.
His name was Jessie James, and yes, that was his real name. I’d asked Truth that in the few words I’d allowed him this morning before he’d left.
His answer had been short and sweet. “His name is Jessie James, we call him JJ for short. Please don’t tease him about his name. It brings up bad shit for him.”
“Thank you, Jessie,” I said.
“JJ,” he said deeply.
Man, he had a very deep voice.
“Y’all do realize that we’re going to get our asses kicked for this, right?” Fender asked as he opened the door to the station and ushered us inside.
“They expected us to stop,” I told him. “Or at least they should have.”
Fender gave me a wink.
“We knew you’d stop,” he said. “That’s why there are four of us.”
I refused to think that my man knew me that well…or that he was that considerate.
But by the end of the night, when we were boarding our plane to Colorado, I realized that he was very considerate.
Considerate enough to book me into first class, and considerate enough to know exactly when I was set to arrive in Colorado, and to have a freakin’ car there waiting.
Yes, I decided. I did have a good one.
I still had to teach him a few lessons about having a woman in his life, though.
Chapter 17
Life would be a lot more fun if everyone’s middle name was motherfuckin’.
-Fact of Life
Truth
“That was the weirdest fucking visit I’ve had in my life,” I grunted. “Was there a reason for what happened there?”
Ghost kept looking over his shoulder like he was a goddamned addict who’d stolen from a drug dealer. He was jumpy, his speech was rushed, and I was fairly sure that he was about to have an aneurysm if he continued to hold his breath like that.
“What’s the deal, man?” I asked, stopping. “Are you okay?”
He ignored me and kept walking, coming to a stop at the shadow of the airport entrance.
“I thought I saw someone.”
“Who?” I asked.
He seemed to contemplate what he was going to say for a few short moments, then he answered shortly.
“Nobody.”
I looked behind me.
“You’re so fuckin’ confusing.”
Ghost’s mouth twitched, but he remained silent.
I was set to continue to question him when a roar of motorcycles drowned out the still night air around us.
Silas, the president of the Dixie Warden’s Benton, Louisiana chapter, shut off his bike and dismounted.
His son, Sebastian, got off his as well and walked up to us.
“Ghost, you got a minute?”
Sebastian, who hadn’t seen Ghost behind me, froze, his eyes going so wide that it was nearly comical, before he opened his mouth to say something.
“Not a fuckin’ word,” Silas growled. “We’ll talk later.”
Sebastian’s mouth snapped shut, but his eyes remained on Ghost as he walked around the corner of the airport with Silas and disappeared.
“You know,” I said to the big man. “I’d fuckin’ love to know what the hell is going on.”
Sebastian’s lips twitched. “I would, too.”
I had a feeling that he knew a whole lot more than I did, but who was I to argue? If I was meant to know, I’d know.
“What’re y’all doing here?” I asked.
We’d spent a full day with Silas, his son, and his other club members. We’d gotten zero accomplished.
Another chapter was set to open up in Texas, and a few of the closest club members were meeting to see who wanted to help lead the new chapter.
When no volunteers were forthcoming, a vote was taken.
I wasn’t chosen.
Because I was now married.
Thank God for small things. Those who were married and already had lives established in their territories weren’t under consideration in those votes.
Not to mention that I wasn’t moving to fucking Texas.
I was an Alabama boy, born and bred, and I wasn’t big on moving to Texas, at all. Especially now that I had a wife to come home to.
“At the time, I wasn’t aware of why we were coming. Now that I’m here, I see why.”
His eyes stayed on where Silas and Ghost had disappeared, and I knew exactly what he was getting at.
I was like Curious fucking George. I wanted to walk over there and see what the hell was going on, but I knew if I did, Silas or Ghost would kick my ass.
I wasn’t a small man, not by any means, but those two motherfuckers were mean. Both of them had this dangerous aura that always seemed to surround them, and my life had been a lesson in knowing when not to fuck with something dangerous.