Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Whatever they needed to do, they would do it to keep their club and families safe.
“Ain’t just gonna be you at that meet, Prez. Gonna be me and Chill, too,” Rage announced.
Yeah, he couldn’t face a whole other biker army as a lone soldier. They needed to show solidarity.
Zeke glanced over at his younger brother. “Set it up.”
“Where?”
“Somewhere neutral,” Zeke answered Zane.
“What ‘bout the Knights? Think they should be there, too?” Chaos asked.
“Couldn’t hurt to show the Souls that, together, the Angels and the Knights are a force not to fuck with,” Rage answered.
Zeke jerked his chin up at his brother. “Chill, reach out to them, too. Also, gonna tell Vi to get the Shadows to do some recon on the Ohio and West Virginia chapters in the meantime. It’ll be good to know if they’re tryin’ to be a powerhouse or not. The more info we got in our back fuckin’ pocket, the better.”
Not one officer in that meeting disagreed. The more prepared they were to deal with the potential threat, the better.
“Where is he?” could be heard over the loud, bass-thumping music being piped through the speakers.
For fuck’s sake. Someone sounded pissed.
That someone being Kyra.
“Get him out here. Now!”
Jesus fuck. He couldn’t even take a fucking piss in peace.
She could’ve fucking texted him instead of making a goddamn scene in front of all his brothers, the sweet butts, and anyone else hanging out in the common area. It was pretty damn packed for a Saturday night. Especially after having a church meeting with all the patched members.
He pulled in a breath to steel himself, checked to make sure his jeans were zipped, then strode out of the bathroom.
Of course, he practically ran straight into Bubbles as she exited the women’s room. Them walking out of the little alcove where the bathrooms were located at the same time wasn’t going to look good.
Fuck no.
It would look like he and the sweet butt had been doing shit together. Especially when Bubbles reached out to play with the back of his hair as they headed into the crowded, open space.
“I’m in the mood to get in some trouble,” she purred. “Are you?”
“Not now, woman. Gotta go deal with some shit.” Even though he shrugged the sweet butt’s hand off, Kyra caught what Bubble’s did.
From across the large room, deadly laser beams shot from her blue eyes and struck him in the chest.
The fuck if they were going to do this in front of everyone. No fucking way.
She stomped toward him, her face telling him everything he needed to know.
Ledger must have snitched about how he now knew Zeke was his father. Yeah, that was about to bite him in the fucking ass. But it had needed to be done, so the fallout would be worth it.
Though, he was questioning that right now.
He stopped and waited for her to come to him since she looked like she was on a damn mission.
He heard Rage grunt loudly from near the bar. He was probably conflicted on whether he should step-in to protect his prez or let Kyra get in a few good verbal licks first for entertainment purposes.
Asshole.
When she reached him, the first thing she did was poke him hard in the chest and say, “You weren’t supposed to tell him! We were! But only once I said the time was right.”
He hardly felt the jab due to wearing his leather cut, but at least it was a finger and not a damn blade. That would’ve sucked.
Zeke kept his voice low because all eyes—and there were a fuck-ton of them—were pointed their way. “Wanna do this right fuckin’ now, Ky? In front of everyone?”
“Why the hell not? You told Ledger without me even being there, Zeke!”
“Kid’s mine, babe. I get to make decisions about him, too.”
A flurry of voices rose up around them. Along with some chuckles.
“What kid?”
“Is that Kyra?”
“When the fuck she get back?”
“What’s goin’ on?”
“Does Trouble have a kid? Holy fuck.”
“This should be fuckin’ good.”
Zeke didn’t know who was saying what and the fuck if he cared. The only person he needed to worry about was standing right in front of him like a pissed-off hellcat.
With narrowed eyes, she then turned her head to call out, “Hey, Bunny, how are your knees holding up?”
For fuck’s sake.
Icy blue eyes sliced back toward him. “Guess you had a good reason to keep her around.”
Whether she believed it or not… “She didn’t do nothin’ wrong, Ky.”
Bunny was a sweet butt and did what sweet butts do: took care of him and his brothers. Not only by fucking and sucking, but doing other shit like cleaning and laundry.
They were there for convenience, and whatever they were asked to do, they did it if they wanted to remain a part of the club.
What did they get in return? As much sex as they wanted without judgement, long as it was with one of the patched brothers, along with food, booze, and anything else they might need. In the past, the club had helped out the most loyal ones with rent, car payments, and even childcare.