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)
“Give me the details,” I demanded, voice hoarse.
Regan, lead of last night’s detachment, canted his head. Red hair wild and untamed by the wind.
A big, burly motherfucker who was as vicious as they came.
“Mission accomplished. As if you expected anything less.”
He set a briefcase onto the table and slid it my way.
Throat growing thick, I opened it. Stacks of cash were laid inside, just as we knew they would be.
“You count it?” I asked.
He gave a sharp shake of his head. “No. We got in, left them the way they deserved to be, and got out. But it looks to me like it will land on the five mil mark, exactly as anticipated.”
I gave a tight nod as I snapped the case shut and passed it off to Trevan before I asked, “How many men?”
“Five.”
“Any issues?”
“Job was clean, but we made sure to make it hurt plenty before it was done.”
Vengeance.
My blood roared with it.
“Good.”
“It’s the least we can do.” A smirk took to Regan’s face.
Air huffed from my nose, and my chuckle was razor-sharp. “Always know I can count on you. All of you.” I glanced at the rest as I said it.
Their eyes gleamed with the destruction they’d meted.
A bid for Hell and absolution.
“Rest up. We have a big job ahead of us, and I’m going to need everyone at their best.”
Regan roughed a meaty hand over his cheek, mouth tweaking at the side. “Resting up isn’t exactly what we had in mind, Prez.”
Laughter scraped free. Bloodlust usually led to lust. “Do what you need to do. Just be ready for when I need you.”
“We always are.”
They turned on their motorcycle boots, tossing open the heavy door. Each banged the heel of their fist on the threshold as they passed, chanting, “Born in chaos. Forged by iron. Sworn to vengeance.”
TWENTY-FOUR
BRINLEY
I wondered if I’d ever get used to the feel of him sweeping in behind me. His presence overpowering as it blasted through the stuffy office.
Potent, delicious heat.
I really shouldn’t like it, but after last night and this morning? He was getting places I couldn’t let him.
“How are you?” That gruff, low voice hit me like the calluses on his fingertips.
A shiver raced.
I peeked at Silas from over my shoulder.
My stomach toppled over.
God, he was pretty.
Violently so.
“Just as frustrated as I was yesterday morning with this computer.” I managed to put a little snark into it. “If you actually want me to make any progress here, I’m going to need the correct tools.”
The barest smirk lit the edge of his plush lips. “It’s not sufficient for you?”
Clearly, he knew it was a pile of crap.
“This thing is as old as I am.”
Amusement drifted across his face. “You really think you’re going to whip this place into shape?”
“That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?”
Obviously, I knew that wasn’t true, but sometimes it was easier to pretend.
“Bookkeeping?” He said it droll, a question tacked to it. Head inclining like maybe he was trying to piece my job together with my personality.
It wasn’t quite what I’d promised my mother. Close, but with about ninety-five percent less pay. I was sure I was making her super proud, that and the fact that I’d allowed Dereck to go astray.
I hiked an indifferent shoulder. “What can I say? I’m good with numbers.”
Something passed through his features. Something calculating. Then he gave a clipped nod. “I’ll see what I can manage.”
“Thank you.” It left me far too fast and wispy. What was I thinking, getting soft on this guy?
As if aiming to prove my point, his expression hardened like dried clay. “I’ll be back. Stay out of trouble while I’m gone.”
I gave him a salute, and I was the fricking fool who giggled when he left.
“Passcode to get in is 85641.” Silas leaned over my shoulder, orating the numbers at the same time as he punched them into the keypad of the laptop he showed up with.
I quirked a wry brow. “Is that the code to get into everything around here?”
He huffed a disbelieving sound, as if he were offended I thought so little of him. “Just making it simple for you.”
I bristled. Now I was the one who was offended.
He chuckled a little, and his breath skated over my cheek. I had to stop myself from clenching my thighs. “Don’t worry, Little Wildfire, there’s nothing in here that will land you in hot water. Just a bunch of old files and the software we used back in Moonlit Ridge. It should streamline things a bit.”
He clicked into the program, and I nearly jumped with joy. “I guess bikers do know how to run businesses, after all.”
He lifted his hand and dragged the back of it down the angle of my jaw, his mouth so close that I could nearly taste him. “I can think of a few more things I’m pretty good at.”