Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
“Not a whole lot about her that looks innocent to me.” Colby cracked it like any of this was a fucking joke.
I was not prepared for the way a wave of anger punched me in the face. Possessiveness clutching me by the throat.
My teeth ground, and I leaned back in my seat, searching for cool when I was five seconds from snapping.
“You say something like that about her again, you lose your tongue.” I attempted to keep the words easy. They still came out a blade.
Dude knew it wasn’t a euphemism, and he inhaled an unnerved breath as he roughed a hand through his long, dirty-blond hair.
Colby blazed through women faster than the last one had time to roll out of his bed, and it wasn’t uncommon to find a few of them there.
“Meant no disrespect.” It cracked as it left him.
“Don’t let it happen again.” I stared him down for a beat before my gaze drifted over my men.
“It applies to all of you. Already warned you she was off-limits, and that includes talking about her unless it’s directly related to the job. Do you understand?”
Yeah, we were an MC, but we were governed by our own playbook. Our rules were formed around our mission.
It blurred some lines since we had bunnies running rampant, and we allowed some of the typical MC behaviors. We had to look legit, and on a whole lot of levels, we were.
These guys were originally drawn to the club for a reason. It wasn’t like they were going to sit around being subject to the conventional laws of society.
Every single one of us were violent and brutal.
Destructive to the extreme.
We just took those propensities and morphed them into something different.
Bigger.
It was the little good we had to offer after lifetimes of corruption.
But I wasn’t feeling so good right then. Not when I wanted to reach halfway down the table and snap Colby’s neck. Not when I wanted to crawl inside that woman, sift around in all she was, discover that thing I could feel simmering under the surface.
A disconcerted rumble of assent went around since it was rare anyone evoked that type of reaction from me.
Trevan looked at me all the harder.
Prodding gaze burning a hole in my cheek all while some kind of smirk edged the corner of his mouth.
Like the fucker thought he knew something I didn’t.
I only grunted at him before I turned back to the table.
“Cash is continuing to gather intel. He thinks we should be ready to roll in the next two to three weeks. I need every single one of you ready for when that happens. This will be the largest job we have ever undertaken, and it is not going to come without risk.”
Without risk?
What a joke.
This was fucking perilous.
A death wish.
Hatred bound my guts in coils of white-hot fury. Rage curling my hands into fists.
God knew how desperately I was wishing for death, but not for anyone else but the monsters who had stolen so much from me. From my family.
No clue who I really was. Trying to push me into a corner. Trying to bend me to their will like I was going to cave. Thinking I was some two-bit criminal. Nothing but a mule to haul their poison across the country.
Motherfucker had no idea who he was dealing with, but he was about to.
I’d been trying to infiltrate their organization for years, ever since I discovered who they really were, and it was time to bring it to fruition.
Aggression and anxiety blustered through the enclosed space. None of my brothers were immune to the stakes.
“How many?” Phoenix growled it from the side.
My chest tightened. “At least eighty men spread out over multiple locations.”
It would require a massive amount of coordination.
Perfect coordination.
There was no room for missteps or miscalculations.
I watched as the magnitude of what we were undertaking sank in. Their expressions shifting through a million things.
Dread and determination.
Ferocity and fear.
Always, always landing on the oath that we had taken.
“We have to be precise. We can’t afford any mistakes,” I gritted.
Even if we only made one of them, we’d all be dead.
“And do we trust the intel Cash is gathering?” There was a grumble of suspicion from Styx, a guy in his early fifties who’d followed me over from my days in the Iron Owls MC in LA.
Days when I’d given myself over to greed and gluttony.
To sin and a reign of terror.
When that crew had splintered, I’d formed Crimson Crows. Along with a handful of others—Trevan, who I’d known from childhood, and Phoenix, who’d been an Owl—Styx had followed.
His question wasn’t because he doubted Cash.
Cash and the rest of the Sovereign Sanctum crew were loyal. Steadfast to the extreme.
Our brothers in arms.
This was all about the weaselly little fuck who was so duplicitous he might as well have had traitor stamped on his forehead.