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)
Rurik hummed in curiosity, but I got the feeling he was also planning a punishment for Malik for butting in like this.
“What’s your condition, Jacobs?” Rurik asked him. “And it better be a fucking good one for ruining my night.”
“A trade deal with the Russians,” Kaleen said. “A vote will be cast for a new president once ours is taken out by you, and I know we all have an interest in partnering with Anatoly Balakin. I’d like your word that we will have that.”
Rurik smirked, but he didn’t seem all that amused. “Going for the big bucks, huh?”
“Doing what’s best for this club, and the current president isn’t it,” Kaleen said. “So, what of it, Tarasov? Will you give me what I want, or do we prolong this war?”
Rurik held out his hand. “You have a deal, Jacobs. But the only way you get to keep it,” he added before Kaleen could shake his hand, “is if you are sitting at the head of that table. You’re the only person in this fucking club I trust not to come after my man again.”
Kaleen dipped his chin. “I’ll make sure it happens.” Then, they shook hands, officially sealing a trade deal with the Russian Bratva. I cleared my throat, dragging their attention to me.
“I have a man to get home to,” I rumbled. “So, let’s get a fucking move on.”
Kaleen waved his hand and bowed dramatically. “Last door on the right.” He grabbed his beer and took his seat again. “I suggest you be quick. He’s a light sleeper.”
Without a word, I headed down the hall, the knife Chet gifted me a couple of years ago held in my grasp. I eased the door open, Rurik right on my heels. As soon as the hinges squeaked, the mother fucker woke up, just as Kaleen had warned us would probably happen. But I didn’t give him time to move before my knife was at his throat, the sharp tip digging in, already drawing blood. The son of a bitch froze, though his eyes were narrowed on me, not the least bit afraid.
I recognized a psychopath when I saw one.
“Want to know why they call me Satan, mother fucker?” I asked calmly. He only glared at me. “Because I’m the mother fucking devil. You fucked with the wrong one. Targeting my husband was a dumb fucking decision.”
With that, I jabbed the knife clear through his throat. When I yanked it out, blood sprayed all over my skin and my clothes, but I didn’t fucking care. In fact, I relished in it. I’d fucking bathe in the blood of Chet’s enemies if I could.
Rurik pulled his phone to his ear. “Clean up,” he ordered. “Quick and silent.”
With that, he hung up. Kaleen whistled low from the doorway, shaking his head. “So, you’re Satan,” he drawled, running his eyes over me. After a moment, he pursed his lips and nodded. “Fits.” He jerked his chin in the direction of the hallway. “I suggest you clean up. You can use my shower and some of my clothes. Then, you two need to go so I can settle this issue with the rest of the club.”
Rurik looked at me. “Five minutes,” he ordered. “More than that, and we run the risk of being caught, and this blows up in our faces.”
I nodded once, then quickly strode after Kaleen, now hell-bent on rushing to get home to my man so I could begin making things up with him.
14
Chet
“You can let me in to get him, or I can bash your skull in, break your door down, and get him myself,” William snarled. The door to Nolan’s room was shut, and Nolan was missing from the perch he’d taken in the corner of the room so I could have his bed. I’d fallen asleep after waiting so long for William to come back home. He’d been gone for so long, and the roller coaster of the day had drained me too much to stay awake.
“He asked for space, William,” Nolan sighed, irritation lining his words. “Can’t you give him that?”
“I did. He’s had space. But now, I want him where I can keep an eye on him.” My heart clenched. “I don’t give a fuck if he gives me the silent treatment for fucking days, Nolan. But he needs to be near me. And if you try to stop me…” William’s voice trailed off, but the threat there was crystal clear.
No one would keep him from me. Not even one of the men who’d become a brother to us in the time we’d been members of the Ghost Born MC Oregon Charter.
“Whatever, William. But if he gets even more pissed off at you because of this macho bullshit you’ve got going on, that’s on you.”
William merely grunted. The door opened, and I pretended to still be asleep, forcing my breathing to stay even and slow. No one said a word, but when William slid his arms beneath me and lifted me from the bed, I made a small noise of alarm and snapped my eyes open, staring up at my husband’s handsome face.