Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“The Savage Dreams MC put a hit out on Chet’s head. An eye for an eye.” It wasn’t anything I hadn’t already figured out. I’d always known they were coming after Chet. But having it set in stone pissed me the fuck off.
Chet slowly set his fork down on his plate and pushed it away. I didn’t say a fucking word, but inside, I was seething. How fucking dare they come after my husband? They’d already targeted him once with the threat of sharing everything that’d happened to him, and they saw what that cost them. Now, they had the goddamn audacity to put a hit on my man’s head?
“What’s the plan then?” Chet asked, looking at Hyram when I still didn’t say a fucking word.
Rurik caught my gaze across the table, a knowing gleam in his eyes. He already knew no matter what Hyram ordered, I was going to take matters into my own hands. The president of the SDMC was a fucking problem, and I was going to solve it.
“Lay low,” Hyram told him. “You’re on lockdown. You don’t leave this clubhouse. You don’t even get to open a window for fresh air until we can neutralize the threat, understand?”
Chet looked at me. For once, I was in agreement with Hyram. Chet went nowhere. So, I dipped my chin, silently telling him he needed to follow those orders. Sighing, he leaned back in his chair as well. Leaning forward, I grabbed his plate and moved it closer to him. “Eat,” I muttered. Grabbing his fork, I placed it in his hand. “Now is not the time to test me, Chet,” I warned him when he opened his mouth to no doubt tell me he wasn’t hungry anymore.
Something in my voice had him pausing. Then, he sighed and obediently began to eat again, albeit slowly. I didn’t say anything though. So long as he was eating, that was fine.
“Rurik will need to do some digging,” Hyram continued. “We’ll need all the facts before we create any plan of action. But everyone needs to be aware that the SDMC are playing dirty over a very simple fucking issue.”
“Not even an issue in the first place,” Malachi drawled, shrugging his shoulders in a careless manner. “He’s just trying to compare dick sizes.”
If that was the case, the president of the SDMC was about to find out my dick was a hell of a lot fucking bigger.
“Think Thyrie can do some digging, too?” Malachi continued. “Better to have two eyes than just one.”
“Think I’m not good enough to find it on my own?” Rurik spoke up, arching a single brow at Malachi. Malik sighed, rolling his eyes, then jumped, shooting Rurik a surprised yet annoyed look. No doubt, Rurik had done something to bring his man back in line that the rest of us couldn’t see.
“Sometimes you’ve got your head too far up Malik’s ass to get anything done,” Malachi retorted. I couldn’t tell if he was teasing or not, but that was Malachi. Always hard to tell if he was being serious or trying to tell a joke.
“It’s a nice ass.” Rurik shrugged.
Nolan snorted. Hyram sighed, annoyed. “Stop bullshitting. I’ll talk to Thyrie. Rurik, please start digging as soon as possible.”
Rurik hummed, an amused smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Let me find my way out of Malik’s ass first.”
That time, it was Malik’s turn to sigh.
Hyram stared at Rurik for a moment, opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, then grunted and pushed back from the table, muttering something under his breath I didn’t catch before he opened the door and left the chapel. Sometimes, it was best to not say anything to Rurik. The man could keep up with his retorts for fucking days.
“Go shower,” I told Chet when I saw he’d at least attempted to finish half his plate. “I’ll be up in a few.”
He nodded and grabbed his plate and coffee before leaving the room. Rurik sent Malik on his way, staying behind until he and I were the only two in the room. He shut the door, then flipped the lock to ensure we had privacy.
“You’ve got a plan,” he mused, eyeing me with curiosity. Sometimes, Rurik reminded me of a cat—cunning, too curious for his own fucking good, and deadly enough when needed.
“I do, and you can help me, or I can call Rico,” I told him. “Either way, I’m getting what I want.” And I knew Rico would give me any resources I needed if it meant keeping Chet safe. Rico had a soft spot for people who’d been abused, even if he would never admit it in this lifetime.
Rurik cocked his head to the side and slid his hands into the pockets of his pressed, fitted slacks. “And what, exactly, is your plan, William?”