Surviving (Ruined #4) Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Ruined Series by T.O. Smith
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Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
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“My style isn’t having a club woman marked either, brother,” River drawled. I scrubbed a hand down my face, barely resisting flinching. I knew they weren’t speaking carelessly about Reina but fuck if it didn’t sound that way. “I want my message to come across loud and fucking clear. Can’t get my hands on the lot of them, so I’ll start knocking them down one by fucking one until they start to come crawling out of their hiding spots like the roaches they are.”

I could get on board with that.

“Let me get in touch with Alejandro.” Alejandro, the leader of the Mexican Cartel, was not one to be fucked with, and if there was anything to be found, he would find it. But I knew why River wasn’t asking him to dig up the Angels of Hell. Asking for something like that was like signing your soul over to him. If Joey did it, that was on Joey.

The line went dead. River looked over at me. “You’ll get your revenge for this shit, Sam. Just give me time.”

I stood up from the table. “Time’s ticking, brother, and my patience is wearing thin,” I warned him. He nodded once in understanding. He knew I wasn’t playing games with this shit. Games had never been my style, even growing up.

I liked action.

With that, I stood up from the table and left the chapel, going to check on my woman. I found her in the kitchen, one of the club girls helping her. They both turned to look at me. I pointed my finger at the nameless girl. Pretty sure she’d told me it one time, but every time I fucked them, there was only one face I ever saw.

Reina’s.

“You,” I snapped at her. “Out.”

“But—”

“Did I say it was up for debate?” I growled.

She quickly shook her head, lowered her gaze, and scampered from the room. I stalked over to Reina and lifted her onto the counter before yanking her to the edge so we were fit snuggly together.

I brushed my lips over hers. “How are you feeling?”

She trailed her fingers over the stubble on my jaw. “Distracted.”

I grinned, and she rewarded me with a soft laugh. “I need to get this dinner prepared. Takes a while to prep for so many people.” She surprised me with a kiss to my stubble-covered chin. I’d meant to shave since my blonde stubble didn’t match my dyed black hair, but I’d been too damn tired this morning.

“Got coffee made?”

She nodded. I stepped back, and she moved around the kitchen, making me a perfect cup of coffee. No sugar. No cream. Just pure black strong coffee. She always made me a separate pot, and I’d missed her making it. No one around here got it perfect like she did.

I grabbed the mug from her hand and took a sip. It was strong and bitter, just how I liked it.

I pressed a kiss to her lips. “Thanks, baby girl.” I pecked her lips again just because I couldn’t help myself. “Got some shit to do today, I think, so if I’m not around, reach me on my cell.”

With that, I slipped from the kitchen, nodding once at Tank who was parked outside the kitchen. He was close enough to protect her and far enough to give her space. “Thanks, brother,” I told him.

He nodded once at me in response.

River gripped my shoulder. We’d come at a very opportune time. And I was itching to get on the move with this shit, though I held steady. One wrong move, and I could get us all killed. And like fuck was I risking that shit again. The last time I’d been down for the count, Reina had suffered.

The president and the VP of the closest charter of Angels of Hell were at the warehouse with just about every other club member with an officer patch.

“Lucky us,” I whispered.

River began to quietly give orders. We wanted them surrounded and disarmed. I listened attentively while keeping my eyes on the men in front of us as they moved around the warehouse in some kind of meeting. I’ll admit that without Alejandro, we wouldn’t have found this place. It was a rundown shack basically, in the middle of the fucking woods. And it was under a fake woman’s name.

But shitty for them, we did have Alejandro’s help. I was getting answers and spilling blood tonight.

River made a motion for us to get a move on. We moved with military precision, and once we were all in position, I counted down on my fingers. Once all of them were down, we went in, guns blazing, surprising the fuck out of them.

With one look at the president’s face, I knew. I knew he was the one that had cut into my woman’s back. That look in his eyes—the dreaded look—fucking gave it away. Rage pulsed through my veins, but I shoved it down to a simmer.


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