Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
The Iron Rogues had our own brand of justice…usually outside the laws of the land. We had all kinds of dirt and blood on our hands, but we didn’t tolerate drugs. In any situation. The first time any member was caught using, they were given the choice of rehab or leaving the MC. There were no second chances. Our zero tolerance for drugs was no secret, either.
We sure as fuck didn’t allow them in or around our businesses. In order to keep that shit off the streets, we’d even assisted local law enforcement in busting up some drug rings in the area. Unofficially.
So the fact that this asshole had not only violated our rules concerning drugs but then also attempted to kill an innocent woman to avoid being caught, had every one of us itching to put a bullet in the asshole. Especially since Elise was automatically under the protection of the club because she was my sister.
I was fucking livid and determined to do whatever it took to make sure that meth head ate a bullet for what he’d done.
Fox’s dark gaze landed on Deviant. “Have Savage send over the security footage. Do whatever you have to. Get me a motherfucking name.”
Deviant nodded.
“I can comb the security footage,” I volunteered.
Fox held up his hand, cutting off whatever I might have been about to say next. “You have to leave on a run tomorrow.”
I blinked, then guilt flooded me as I silently cursed. How the fuck had I forgotten? “Right. Shit. Can’t believe I forgot.” I ran my hands through my hair, exhaling raggedly as I felt myself being torn apart. Blakely was my woman. She needed me. So did Elise, though. FUCK!! “But my sister—”
“She’s got all of us, brother,” Mav piped up reassuringly. “You know every one of us will protect her with our life. And we’ll let you know as soon as we have something to go on.”
“I’ll come right back,” I swore.
Fox shook his head. “No. Focus on the run and on your woman. If shit hasn’t been handled when you get back, we’ll get you up to speed and let you handle the asshole. Blakely comes first. You’ve waited long enough, and that situation could blow the fuck up any day.”
Every brother in the room nodded, and I felt a small measure of relief. They would all be on top of Elise’s situation, but I was the only one who could handle Blakely’s.
We strategized for a bit longer, then rejoined the families for the rest of the night. I attempted to set things aside and be in a good mood so I didn’t ruin my sister’s holiday. But I couldn’t help counting down the hours until I would leave to go get my girl. And I’d made sure to put in a call to Jagger, the WR VP, to make it clear that if anyone touched Blakely, I would put the son of a bitch in the ground. I also managed to drag a promise from him that they wouldn’t deal with her foster brother until I got there.
In the morning, I warned my brothers to take care of my sister and to also stay the fuck away from her—much to Elise’s irritation. But that was what big brothers were for.
When I met Viper out in the garage, he was waiting on his bike, ready to go.
“Blakely know you’re coming?” he asked, watching me curiously.
I shook my head as I did a quick check to make sure everything on my hog was good to go. “Don’t think she’s particularly happy with me, and I don't want her taking off and putting herself into a dangerous situation.”
Viper swung his leg over the seat and cocked his head to the side. “’Cause you stayed away?”
“Yeah.” Our phone calls over the past several months had been stilted. I knew why…but I couldn’t figure out any other way to handle the situation.
“She’ll understand once you explain.”
I didn’t respond out loud. Just started my bike and rolled out.
I fucking hoped she got why I handled the situation the way I did. Not that it would change anything. I would still be claiming her. If Blakely didn’t want to listen, then she was gonna find herself tied to our bed while I convinced her to forgive me with my mouth on her pussy.
While Blakely was growing up, I had been a steady fixture in her life, just like I was in my sister’s. But it wasn’t often in person since I was in the service. I visited them when I could and stayed in touch with phone calls and video chats.
Unfortunately, Blakely had been forced to go into the foster care system after her dad was sent to prison for killing the men involved in her kidnapping. I’d understood his need for vengeance, but I’d been pissed as fuck when he let it cloud his judgment and the jackass got caught.