Wilder (Reckless Souls MC #5) Read Online KB Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Reckless Souls MC Series by KB Winters
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
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It’s a good point, but I can’t help but wonder if it’s not just me suffering from a wicked case of Stockholm Syndrome.

My gaze keeps wandering down the hall, same as McKenna’s. Talk of war has my anxiety rising, and I’m wondering if that’s what’s happening in their secret room. Are they making plans for war? Are they loading their weapons and deciding who gets to live and who will die?

I don’t know anything, and I doubt Wilder will share with me, but the nerves in my stomach tell me that whatever is coming, it’s not good.

By the time our drinks are empty, and Willow is already refilling the glasses, the door opens, and the Reckless Souls spill out of the room one by one.

Without a word, without a glance for any of us, the bikers march straight to the door and out into the night. Moments later, the thunderous roar of motorcycles tears through the night air, the sound fades almost as quickly as it starts.

The men—our men—are off to war.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Wilder

“This shithole is empty,” Shades growls when we arrive at the Iron Kings clubhouse. The place is dead. It’s deader than dead. Not even one fucking prospect is lurking around the place to keep it safe.

“Something feels off,” I say out loud to no one in particular. No MC clubhouse is ever this empty, this quiet.

“I’m with Wild Man,” Dix says as we look around the place. “It makes no fucking sense with everything they’ve done that they would leave this place unprotected. Someone—or something—had to make them run.”

Ace nods, but his head is on a swivel, taking in every detail of the clubhouse, from the safe, sealed up tight, to the discarded bottles of beer, to the mirror with traces of white powder on it.

“Yeah, something is fucky around here, no doubt about that, but it doesn’t change a damn thing. We have to let them know that we won’t back down from a fight, especially with the goddamn Iron Kings.”

“Yo, I found some shit,” Joaquin shouts from the other room. By the time we get to the back room of the clubhouse, Joaquin has found bricks of coke and weed and stacked them in the middle of the room. He’s laughing when he sees our shocked faces.

“Iron Kings’ shields and flags, even a few kuttes. All kinds of MC shit.” The shit-eating grin he’s wearing is wide and proud.

“Torch it,” Ace says easily. “All of it. The drugs and the MC shit. Make a big show of it, too.” He looks around the bare room that pales in comparison to our clubhouse. Nothing about it makes it look or feel like home.

“What about this?” He kicks a safe that’s about four feet tall. “Anybody know how to open this fucking thing?”

We all look around to see who, if anyone, has picked up safe-cracking skills on the down low. No one has.

“Give me a saw, and I can get into this fucker easily,” Joaquin says as he pours gasoline over the drugs and the club paraphernalia.

“I can do it,” Stone says easily. All eyes swing to him, and he shrugs. “It’s just a habit I picked up when I was a kid. Let’s just say that I’ve honed it over the years.”

Ace nods. “Crack it, and you can have a quarter of what’s inside for yourself.”

“Fifteen percent is more than enough,” Stone says as he ambles toward the large black square. He turns to Joaquin with a grin. “Don’t burn anything up until I tell you I’m ready, yeah?”

Joaquin looks to Ace and shrugs. “Just tell me when.”

We search the rest of the clubhouse while Stone cracks the safe, finding more drugs to torch and a few leatherbound books we take with us to see if there’s anything else we can learn about these motherfuckers. “Anything else,” Ace asks.

“Nah, we got everything worth getting. It’s time to move on,” Dix says with a serious expression. “If Stone has opened the safe.”

“He has,” Stone says from just inside the room. “Feel free to watch the magic. Just stay the fuck out of my light.”

My lips tug into a grin at his arrogant words, but when the loud click sounds in the room and the door opens, we all realize that the Texas Viking has every fucking right to be arrogant. “You did it,” I say with more surprise than I should have.

“Damn, right, I did.” Stone pulls the door open, and we find stacks and stacks of cash, a few more leather books that look like accounts of some sort. Stone hands them off blindly and starts pulling out the cash. “Anybody got a bag?”

“I’ve got saddlebags on my bike,” Preacher says and relieves Stone of the books. “I’ll store ’em ’til we get back to the clubhouse.”

“Hang on.” I lay the books on a flat surface and snap as many photos as I can. “Just in case they don’t make it back with us.”


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