Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 71610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“If he hurts you, I’ll kill him.”
“Is that a yes?”
“He’s already free. Doc is checking him out in Gun’s old room. You can go to him there.”
“I don’t have to have an escort to go to the rooms?” I ask surprised, because the few times I have, Dad or my uncles have been with me.
“If you’re going to be an Old Lady, you’re going to see more shit than I can shield you from,” he says, not sounding happy about it.
“Thank you, Daddy!” I cry, moving into my father to hug him.
His arms go around me tight, holding me against his solid body. For a minute, I’m transported back in time. Back when I truly was Daddy’s little girl and he would hold me when I cried.
“You’re my heart, Kayden. You and your brothers are the best of your mother and me, but you’ve always been my special miracle. This Chains better always take care of you. I see him doing one thing to hurt you and I’ll end him, Princess. Your tears won’t be enough to save him.”
“I love you, Daddy,” I whisper into his shoulder, feeling tears prick at the back of my eyes.
“I love you, Princess, with my entire soul.”
I squeeze him tight and he kisses my forehead. I turn to walk away, I have the door opened and am about to leave when Dad stops me.
“And Princess?”
“Yeah, Dad?”
“I told him and I’ll tell you. It would break your mother’s heart if he took you away from us. Anything that breaks your mother’s heart and makes her sad, I’ll destroy. That includes his sorry ass.”
“Love you, Daddy,” I repeat.
“Love you, too,” he says, his voice sounding pensive and I know it’s hard for Dad to accept that I’m not his baby any longer.
I shake it off, because I need to get to Chains. I just pray that he still wants to see me after everything my father has put him through.
42
Chains
“Fuck,” I hiss, sitting up on the bed.
I’m better, but still sore as hell. It’s been two days since my beat down at the gas station. I held my own for a bit with Dragon, although I have to admit he got the better of me. I’d like to say it’s because I was still healing from the earlier fights, but the truth is I’m not sure I could take Dragon down even if I was completely healthy. It’s something I’d like to try one day. I got some good hits in on Dom and Thomas, but I have to admit they aren’t slouches with their fists either. Still, I took them for the most part, and at least I feel better about that. The three of them had to help me back in the truck and I have to admit Dragon was right about something. I will never forget how long seven minutes and forty-nine and a half seconds is ever again. Although, to be fair, after thinking of leaving Kayden during that time, in enemy territory, I would have never forgotten that ever again. I was completely stupid. My only excuse is that I never had to worry about whose territory I was in, and it just didn’t occur to me. I won’t make that mistake anymore.
I’m in the damn club house now after being stitched up by the club doctor and yet another stern warning from Dragon that I better never hurt Kayden or make his wife cry. He told me that his daughter would be by to see me sometime today and then he stomped out. He put the emphasis on the words his daughter, but it was said in what I’m learning is ‘Dragon-talk’. I think that letting her come by to see me means that Kayden is truly mine now. At least I think so. Hell, I’m not allowed to leave this room, so who knows what he has planned next. I can hear a man outside the door, so I know I’m still under guard.
“Chains.”
My head jerks to the open door and Kayden is standing there. Fuck, it’s been weeks since I’ve seen her, but she’s so much better than even my memory of her could recall. Her hair is down. Her curls are piling over and over in waves, all the way down to her shoulders. She’s wearing a white slouchy sweater, that still manages to curve around her breasts, and jeans that hug her ass like a second skin. She’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Get over here, Baby Girl,” I demand. My voice is hoarse and full of emotion. Fuck, it almost feels like I can’t breathe. I know I’ve been aching for her, missing her so much that the ache was constant, but Jesus, now that I’ve seen her again, I realize the pain of being away from her was even more than I guessed.