Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Just to be on the even safer side, I ordered that two men be with her at all times when I couldn’t be with her. “I’ve got her, brother,” Tank assured me, speaking up from his position at the bar. He had a hot mug of coffee in his hand, and he cast Reina a small smile. I gritted my teeth at the sight of it, but she relaxed at the sight of him.
“He was with us,” River whispered to me. “Saw her back when it all first happened. She needs those of us that saw that shit to treat her normally. Don’t let your assholeness fuck that up for her.”
I just nodded, my jaw clenched. Right now, I’d suffer through basically any fucking thing if it meant helping her.
“I’ll make sure someone I trust is with her as well,” Tank told me. “She’s safe, brother.”
I appreciated that more than he would ever know or understand.
This club and I had failed her more times than I wanted to admit. But I wouldn’t let this shit happen again. If we could keep Adelaide, Axel, Jaxon, and their little girl, Emma, safe, then I knew we could keep Reina safe. I just had to get every fucker that wore a cut on the same page. She was no longer a club bunny. She was mine—my old lady. And everyone was going to start treating her as such.
I just needed everyone to put her on the same fucking pedestal they put Adelaide on. And by claiming her as my old lady, I knew they finally would.
I grabbed Reina’s face in my hands before she slipped into the kitchen. Her beautiful eyes locked on mine, momentarily stealing the breath from my lungs. “I love you,” I whispered. Her cheeks warmed beneath my palms. “If you need me, come get me. I don’t give a fuck that I’m in the chapel. You are my priority, you hear me?”
She nodded. I kissed her before striding off towards the chapel, my boots thumping across the floor. I looked at Tank and Vern, who Tank had roped into guarding Reina with him. “Someone will fill you two in,” I told them.
They both nodded. I took my seat at the table, nodding once at River to let him know we could begin church. He cleared his throat, focusing his attention on the men at the table.
“Our number one priority is finding who the fuck did this to Reina specifically and why the fuck they want my son. All we know is that this person fucking called Axel his nephew. Family records don’t show anyone in his biological mother’s family to be a sibling.”
Fuck.
“All we know is it’s the Angels of Hell MC. But they’ve scattered. Get one, you miss the rest.”
The Angels of Hell had always been slippery mother fuckers. Hated them with a goddamn passion.
“They’re anticipating the blowback,” I growled.
River nodded in agreement. “They’ve been evading us for a fucking month. Right now, we keep Reina protected. Nothing happens to her again, do I make myself clear? She’s family, regardless of her ties to Sam or not.”
Sounds of agreement rang up around the table. River looked at me. “Got an idea,” he told me. “Want your opinion.”
I grunted and leaned back in my chair, suddenly wishing I’d grabbed a cup of coffee. I didn’t have the energy for the day. “Let’s hear it, then.”
“If I can get a location on a warehouse, I say we blow it.” I grinned. Now this, I could fucking get on board with. “They hit us where it hurts—one of our women—so we return the fucking favor.”
I nodded once. “Sounds as good of a plan as any to me.” And it would scratch the itch I had for destruction.
He nodded once and slammed the gavel on the table, adjourning church. I stayed seated, knowing he and I had some planning to do. Once the room cleared, River stepped out and grabbed his phone out of the basket before coming to sit back down at the table. He called up Joey and put him on speaker.
“What?” Joey grunted. I grinned. Someone was in a grumpy mood. But then again, Joey always sounded like he was pissed off at the world. The only people he got the least bit tender for was Elaina, Antonio, Adelaide, and River’s kids.
“Need a favor.”
“Oh, boy.” Sarcasm was thick in his words. I snickered. River rolled his eyes at me.
“Can you get me a location on a warehouse closest to me that’s owned by the Angels of Hell?”
“Closest?” Joey asked, sounding surprised. “Not your style, River.” It sure as fuck wasn’t, but I hadn’t been surprised by his suggestion when he’d brought it up to me. River was tired of laying low, and he knew I wasn’t going to stand for that shit—not when I now knew what happened. He had to do what he had to if he didn’t want me going off the rails to take care of shit myself.