Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Once they were married, they were heading toward Piston County. Cars were packed, and bikes ready to make the journey. Devil had plans for them to live at his place, and several of the Chaos Bleeds brothers, too. The clubhouse was also going to be used as well.
Charlotte walked toward him, and Gash didn’t have eyes for anyone else. He was in love with her, and they were going to be together for the rest of their lives.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“Are you giving me an out?”
Gash shook his head. “Not really. I’ll still marry you.”
“Then marry me, Gash.”
She took hold of his hand, and together they faced the priest who had agreed to bind them together.
Gash said his vows, promising to love and worship her. Charlotte promised him her heart, body, and soul.
When it came time to kiss his bride, he pulled her into his arms, holding her as he lowered her slowly, and taking her lips.
Wolf whistles erupted around the club, and when he pulled away, Charlotte was blushing.
“I love you, Charlotte, and I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life.”
She cupped his cheek. “I never thought it was possible to be this happy.”
Sinking his fingers into her hair, he held her close. “We’ll have a honeymoon, and when this is over, I’ll get us a house, and we can start making that family.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
Gash had started out intending to get revenge. In the process he’d found the love of his life, and Charlotte had helped to repair his shattered soul. She made him whole, and gave him hope that one day soon they were going to be living a life he’d only ever dreamed about.
“It’s time, brothers,” Lash said.
Together, they headed out toward their car that had the sign “Just Married” on the back. Holding Charlotte’s hand, he squeezed her tightly. Whatever they had to face, he’d do it with Charlotte by his side.
Epilogue
One week later
Fort Wills clubhouse
Spider stared around the clubhouse that was heaving with The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds. He’d just gotten out of the hospital, and they were waiting to hear from Master, or Andrew as he’d discovered he was called. Devil had forced him to go to Fort Wills. They were all going to The Skulls’ clubhouse.
He couldn’t stop thinking about Paris.
Celia had spoken to them about the bad man, and how the bad man kept hitting Paris. Spider had struggled throughout the whole time that Celia spoke. His woman’s sister had the brand on the inside of her thigh, and he knew Paris would have it as well.
“Are you okay?” Stink asked, coming to sit beside him.
“Am I okay that the woman I was thinking of making mine is being raped and tortured by Gash’s brother? Yeah, I’m peachy,” Spider said, downing the shot of whiskey.
He was waiting for the stitches in his leg to be removed, and once they were he was going to hunt the fucker.
“Whizz is working to locate him. He keeps moving, but we’re going to find him.”
“And while we wait, he’s getting people to come at us, left, right, and center. No one is safe. Gash should have fucking killed him when he had the chance,” Spider, nodded at one of the club whores to fill his glass. He couldn’t remember the bitch’s name, and he didn’t give a fuck what it was.
She filled it again, and he swallowed it down.
“Drinking isn’t going to help,” Stink said.
Spider turned to The Skull beside him. “How would you feel if it was Sandy, huh?” He pointed across the room at woman in question. “What would you do if she was taken, and you were waiting to be allowed to go and find her?”
Stink’s jaw tensed up.
“Yeah, you know what I’m talking about. This is all bullshit. We haven’t got time to be fucking around, but acting.”
“You act without thought, and we’ll create more death than life,” Stink said.
“Are you some kind of fucking philosopher now?” Spider asked.
“No. I’m just trying to convince myself that I’d be able to handle Sandy’s kidnapping better than you.”
“Yeah, that’s a good thought.”
“What would Paris think?” Stink asked.
“What?”
“She’s getting hurt, and you’re sitting here drinking, wallowing in self-pity. Maybe she’d want you to man up, and get your balls back.” Stink stood up. “Think about that.”
Spider stared down in his empty glass, thinking about Paris, the woman he’d never even touched. He’d seen her getting naked plenty of times. Spider had wanted to be everything she wanted, to make her fall in love with him.
Gripping the glass tightly, he placed it on the counter.
“Do you want a refill?” the club whore asked.
Spider shook his head. “No.”
He got to his feet, holding his crutches when a car squealed to a halt.
Turning toward the car, he saw the gun, heard the words that was shouted out.