Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
At the same time, Fox had stepped toward the boss and slammed the guy’s face into the table with one fluid motion as he disarmed him.
Savage had dropped the last guy before he could aim.
And Maverick had grabbed the guy who’d rushed into the room, breaking his neck with ease, before tossing him to the ground.
The whole thing took under five seconds.
Brutal, but efficient.
Maverick appeared at my side, watching me, waiting for permission. I was reluctant to let Lindsay go, but I didn’t want her seeing what happened next. I nodded, and he took her elbow, turning her toward the door. She opened her mouth to argue but shut it when she saw the look on my face.
Once she was gone from the room, Fox squeezed the back of the boss’s neck and pulled him up, the barrel of his gun digging into the shithead’s back.
The boss’s nose was spurting blood, clearly broken, and from the look of it, his right cheekbone was shattered.
I pointed my Glock at his forehead and growled, “You’re not gonna like what comes next.”
Savage snorted a laugh. “No one ever does.”
Aiming my gun again, I pulled the trigger, putting a bullet right between his legs. The pussy screamed like a little girl, tears running down his face as he begged me to let him go.
“Nobody fucks with an Iron Rogue, motherfucker,” Fox snarled.
The next shot was straight through the heart.
I didn’t wait for anything else before I spun around and made a beeline out the door. Once I was in the mostly empty front room—with the exception of a few other Rogues—I spotted my woman near the front entrance. She was pacing anxiously, her hands rubbing her arms for warmth.
I stalked over and pulled Lindsay against me. Her breath hitched as she buried her face against my chest.
“Go,” Maverick murmured. “Got this handled.”
I lifted my chin in thanks, then moved Lindsay to my side, keeping her plastered up against me.
“Let’s go. Before I put another bullet in someone else.” I growled, dragging her out of the room and into the lot where our bikes and the club’s backup vehicles were parked.
Lindsay tried to speak as we approached my hog, but I cut her off with a glare.
She swallowed hard. “I’m sorry.”
I shook my head, jaw clenched so tight it ached. “Your apology won’t take away the fear I felt seeing a gun to your head.”
“I know—”
“And it sure as hell won’t save you from the permanent handprint I’m gonna leave on your pretty little ass.”
She didn’t argue.
Smart girl.
I put my helmet on her head, then scooped her up and deposited her onto the back of my bike.
As we rode back to the compound, my blood was still boiling, my hands shaking. I didn’t know how long it was gonna take before I stopped imagining every worst-case scenario that could have played out.
But I was gonna fuck my girl deep and hard, over and over, until I was convinced that she was safe in my arms.
13
LINDSAY
The drive back to the clubhouse was tense. Not that I could blame him for being pissed.
I’d defied him. Put myself in danger. Drawn attention. And even if I hadn’t totally screwed everything up, I knew I’d crossed a line.
But even with all that, if I had the chance to do it all over again, I would probably make the same decision.
The clubhouse loomed ahead, the parking lot mostly empty aside from a few bikes and a pair of trucks parked near the side. Beck pulled into his usual spot and killed the engine of his bike without looking at me.
My stomach flipped as he lifted me off the motorcycle and took my hand in a firm grip before stalking toward the front door. I followed him without a word.
The second we stepped inside, the energy shifted. Conversations stopped and heads turned.
No one said anything, but they all watched us.
Beck didn’t slow down. He walked me straight through the main room, his hand wrapped around mine in a grip I couldn’t have broken even if I tried.
My cheeks were burning, and not just from embarrassment. It was also anticipation.
I’d seen that look in Beck’s eyes when he realized I’d followed him. I wasn’t going to get yelled at.
I was going to get spanked. And judging by his silence and the tension still radiating off him as we climbed the stairs, I wasn’t getting off lightly.
When we stepped into his room, he shut the door behind us with a soft click. Then he turned and flipped the lock.
Beck didn’t say a word. He just stalked across the room to the chair and sat down like a man preparing for battle. His eyes found mine—and I froze at the dangerous look in his hazel orbs.
“Over here,” he said, voice low.
My feet moved before my brain caught up to his command. The quiet rasp of my shoes on the hardwood was the only sound as I crossed the room. When I reached him, he didn’t yank me into place. He just held my gaze.