Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“How the fuck did you get this?” I ask him, and he shrugs his shoulders, my anger spikes, and I walk over to him and punch him hard in his face
“MOTHERFUCKER!” he yells spitting blood on the ground
“HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET THIS?” I yell at him again, but he doesn’t say anything, and I punch him again
“FUCKIN’ TELL ME! I’ll keep fuckin’ hittin’ ya” I go to hit him again
“Mom stole it out of Dads coffin alright” I look at him
“Cindy stole it,” he nods
“Yeah, I found it two years ago when I was clearing out her shit, I found it in a box with photos and other shit ok.”
“Why the fuck, have you been pretending to be a Devil,” I ask him fucked off my stupid fuckin’ stepmom stole his Cut
“I needed the money,” he says
“What the fuck for?” he shrugs, and I go to punch him, and he cowers away
“To pay for mom’s treatment” I look down at him
“What treatment?” he doesn’t say anything, and I lift my hand again
“CANCER! Ok cancer,” he says, and I look at Razor takin’ a deep breath
“Chase, why the fuck didn’t you come to me?” I tell him, and he laughs
“When dad died, none of you gave a fuck about mom, she worked two jobs just to make ends meet. I never even saw her, so, don’t fuckin’ ask me why” Razor steps forward and Chase looks at him
“You don’t think we cared, you’re fuckin’ wrong boy, we offered your mom money for years, and she always threw it back at us. Tellin’ us it was because of us that Tin-Man was dead that we killed him, so she packed her life up and left” Chase looks at him shaking his head
“You're lying” Razor shakes his head
“Dover show him” Dover steps forward with a folder in his hand and I untie Chase’s hand so he can look at it. He opens it up, and checks fall to the floor letters unopened with fuck off in big read letter written all over them and return to sender
“UNTIE ME!” Chase yells, and I unite his other hand as he goes through all of the papers checks and letters “She always told me you never gave a shit, that you blamed her for Dad's death, why would she lie?” he says looking up at me, and I shake my head but Razor speaks up
“Your mom was grieving son, and she blamed us, and in a way, it was the clubs fault. But this is the life your Dad choose, like your bother we all know the risks of bein’ in a club, but we’ve changed son. The club were out of all that illegal shit, and we don’t fuckin’ extort money from the townsfolk.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispers still holdin’ the returned checks
“Brothers, we have a problem here, and we need to send a message, but this one is not as simple as putting a bullet in the fucker and burying him in an unmarked grave. This is a legacy, family so this is a full vote decision” everyone turns and looks at each other and Tiny steps forward
“I say an old-time fashion ass kickin’ is in order.”
“Anyone else,” Razor asks, and no one else says anything, and I look at my little brother
“How’s your mom?” I ask him
“She died last year,” he says
“Sorry man,” he looks up at me
“Didn’t you ever want to know about me?” he asks, and I look down at him then around the room
“Chase, I sent you a card every year man” he frowns
“Every year,” he asks, and I nod
“We may not have had the same mom, but we were still brothers,” I tell him
“I’ll take the old-time ass-kickin'” he says, and I laugh
“You sure,” I ask him, and he smiles
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
“You remember little brother if you die it’s an unmarked grave.”
“And if I die like Dad.”
“Then every single Brother here will dig your grave with their own hands,” he looks around, and I see tears in his eyes, but he looks up holding them back
“I’m ready.”
Chapter Forty-Four
Ella
As we get back to the clubhouse I see most of the girls sitting there, they all rush up to me, and I smile
“It’s true then,” Abbey says, holding up my hand, my new diamond wedding band for all to see
“Yep,” I tell them smiling
“Oh my god, you have to tell us everything” As we walk into the clubhouse we all walk out into the Old Ladies section
“So,” Abbey says as we all settle in
“Well, I ask him to marry me.”
“Wait, you asked him?” Niya says, and I nod
‘Yep, he put a chair at Brayden’s grave for me, so when I go to visit him I have somewhere nice to sit and talk to him” Niya frowns at me
“Do you go there a lot,” she asks me