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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Karma was a real bitch, I tell you. And I fucking loved her.

River nodded once at me and made a signal to Tank that we were moving forward. Tank then waved the signal on to everyone else. Four of our men covered us, and we slipped inside the building.

Unlike the Angels of Hell, we were taking their shit before we blew the place up. It wouldn’t make up for what we’d lost, but it would be a fucking start.

I strapped my gun to my back and began helping everyone load the shit into the van, plus all of the other guns and drugs in the warehouse. By the time we were done, I was sweating, and I was ready to get the fuck out of this hoodie and mask. Felt like I was suffocating with the sweat running down my body. My clothes were awkwardly sticking to me.

“Ready?” River asked once our two vans were pulling away, heading towards the clubhouse. From there, Joey and Ink—Joey’s VP—would get the vans, taking them to a safe location.

I nodded once at River. Together, we strung up the warehouse with explosives. It took us a mere five minutes to wire everything. We needed it to explode all at once. “Ready, prez?” I called as I neared the door.

“Ready, brother,” he called back as he rushed towards me, his rifle held in his hands.

We quickly moved away from the building and then took cover behind two thick ass trees.

And I hit the button.

I covered my head just to be on the safe side as the warehouse burst into flames, wood exploding everywhere, tin flying in pieces down to the ground. River and I took off through the woods to our bikes, not even taking the time to look at our handiwork. I didn’t need to. I knew the entire building had blown to fucking pieces, just as I’d wanted it to.

We got what we came for. Now, it was time to get the hell out of dodge and get the fuck back home.

Reina was asleep when I got back to the clubhouse. It was near eleven in the morning, which was her normal time to pass out. Even I had gotten on the schedule she was. And no one ever said a damn thing. I was pretty sure they suspected that my schedule changed because of Reina’s.

She had gone through some traumatic shit. Of course, she wouldn’t have come out of it unscathed. And I never expected her to, either.

She had just hidden it so fucking well.

It was shit that I was the only one who hadn’t noticed that she didn’t sleep at night. But I made sure I sensed and knew everything about her now. I wouldn’t be making the same mistakes twice. She was too precious for that.

I quickly jumped into the shower, sleep calling my name. But I wouldn’t crawl into bed beside her smelling like sweat and smoke. Once I was bathed and smelling like a normal human being again, I slipped into bed behind Reina, being careful about her back since she’d said it was tender last night, and wrapped my arms around her, burying my face in her hair.

Home.

This was what home was supposed to feel like.

And Reina . . . she was my home.

I was on the verge of dunking my face into my coffee cup. I’d gotten two hours of sleep before River had come to wake me up for church. I felt dead on my feet. Fucker needed to stop bothering me in the middle of the day. He had been respecting my sleep schedule, and while I knew all of this shit with the Angels of Hell had him on edge, his VP wasn’t going to be much use to him if I kept getting woken the fuck up before I’d had any real, decent sleep.

We weren’t a fucking military. Fuck, I’d never even been a member. Your boy needed his rest.

“Joey and Ink have our materials safely stored and under the protection of Alejandro,” River began. “I’m working now to get in contact with everyone we put on hold to let them know we have their supply.” I let my eyes slide shut. “Sam, are you even awake?”

“I’m awake,” I grunted, not bothering to open my eyes. River should know me better by now. I wouldn’t fall asleep during an important meeting. Would I rest my eyes? Fuck yes. Sleep? Never.

“Should probably try sleeping at night like normal people, brother,” Link spoke up.

I opened my eyes and narrowed them at him in a warning. “Don’t speak on shit you don’t fucking understand,” I warned him.

Gin opened his mouth to speak, but River interrupted him. “Sam’s got his own reasons for sleeping during the day. Just as he said, don’t speak on shit you don’t understand,” River repeated.


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