Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
His head was fucked up. It was crazy what a man would do once he fell in love. He still couldn’t believe it himself.
Tank stopped in front of the closed gates and set both boots on the ground and waited. He noticed the armed guards above. Yeah, he was strapped himself, but what did that matter when he’d be outnumbered one to dozens?
He was wearing Copper’s wire, but that wouldn’t do him much good if he didn’t get out of there alive. He needed to be able to bring the evidence back to Lord to clear Bell’s name. It was the only way they’d be able to be together.
A guy with a rifle came around the side. “What do you want here?”
“I want to talk with your prez.”
“I’m sure you do. Why don’t you fuck off?”
“I have important news he’ll want to hear. Be smart and give me a meeting,” Tank said.
The guy looked up, and then the gates opened just enough to let him ride in. As soon as he was inside, he was surrounded by a shitload of firepower. If anything came of this meeting, it would be finding out the new prez and VP. Their old leaders were dead, but somehow, they’d managed to rebuild from the ashes.
He stopped his bike in the middle of their yard. Their bikers closed in on him, some aiming their guns, some not, but all had looks of disgust on their faces. He wasn’t welcome there.
From behind a crowd of men, stepped someone he’d never seen before. Just from the way he carried himself, Tank knew it was their prez. He exuded that same confidence that Lord carried with him.
“I’m assuming you’re here for the girl.”
Tank frowned. How did they know he wanted to talk about Bell?
He hadn’t planned this out. His rough idea only took shape this afternoon. Now he was at a loss for words. Did he demand they clear Bell’s name? What could he ask that would get him the answers he needed?
“We’ve had eyes on Karen Castle. You have a claim on her? We wouldn’t want to step on anyone’s toes,” Tank said.
“Because the Straight to Hell MC is all about diplomacy?”
Tank shrugged. “Something like that.”
“We cut that bitch loose once she was no longer of use to us. You want our dirty seconds, be our guest,” the prez said.
“She had a daughter.”
The man chuckled, then the crowd parted to the left and right.
Bell was sitting in a chair, her hands tied behind her back. He immediately got off his bike and reached into his jacket for his Glock, but over a dozen guns cocking stopped him in his tracks.
“Let her go!”
“The question is, why are you so interested in a whore’s daughter?”
“She’s a civilian.”
“Not when she comes creeping into our club. You sent her to spy on us.”
Tank snorted. “Our prez seems convinced you sent her to us.”
“Cute. I’ve never seen this bitch before, which means you think you can seed her into our club like some fucking weed. Too bad she’s too stupid to live and opened her big mouth the second she came through those gates.”
“I’m sorry, Tank,” Bell said.
“Shut the fuck up,” said a man beside her.
Tank wanted to gut him. Maybe he’d get a chance to later.
“She came looking for her mother, thought she’d worked her way into our club, but we never had plans of letting that old bitch move in. She was entertainment for the boys, nothing more.”
“Am I supposed to care?”
“You’re here, aren’t you? What I don’t understand is why you’d risk your balls coming here for her kid. Unless she has secrets.”
“The only secrets she’d have is whatever you told her to find out when you sent her creeping into our club. Sad you have to use little girls to get your intel,” Tank said.
“She’s not on our payroll. We have no beef with you. And we sure as hell don’t need to use pussy to get information.”
“That’s right, you send your boys to town without their cuts to try and throw us off. Only we’re always one step ahead of you.”
“Big words for a man who’s not getting out of here alive unless I allow it. Where’s Lord now? Hiding behind his walls like a little bitch?”
“He’s brought you down twice already.”
“Then we’re like the phoenix, always rising from the ashes.”
Tank smiled. “Lord likes the example of the cockroach better.”
The prez growled and snapped his fingers in the air. Bikes began to ride around him, revving their engines. Shit, he was fucked.
Bell looked scared, but maybe they wouldn’t hurt her if they didn’t know how important she was to him.
He held on to that belief until he saw the one prospect he didn’t want to see and he knew it was all over. The piece of shit whispered to his prez, then disappeared into the crowd.