Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“I’ll say please and thank you,” Rosa said, crossing her fingers behind her back.
“Perfect. I should go. Let’s put these dishes in the sink and I’ll do them later.”
A few minutes later, he pulled her close for a steamy kiss that had her squirming eagerly. He squeezed her close and patted her bottom firmly. “Be good.”
“I don’t know how I’ll ever look at Wraith again. He won’t tell everyone you put a plug in my butt, will he?”
“I didn’t talk to Wraith, Dinorosa. I called the time and temperature number at the bank. There’s a thirty percent chance of rain today at one.”
She stared at him in disbelief. “I thought you’d never lie to me.”
“I didn’t lie to you. I simply called the weather and rehearsed what I would say to him if you continued to withhold information I needed.”
“I’m going to ask to talk to Caroline from now on,” she muttered, glaring at him.
“I’ll dial the right number next time you need punishing.”
Rosa processed that she’d escaped him discussing her so intimately with someone else. “I’ll forgive you.”
“Thank you, Little girl. Give Daddy a kiss and go watch some videos.”
Rosa bounced up on her tiptoes to press her lips to Street’s. His kisses were even better than the delicious breakfast he’d prepared for her. She waved from the kitchen door until he disappeared from sight. After hitting the button to lower the garage door, Rosa headed for the sink. She could at least clean the dishes.
Chapter 14
Street climbed off his forklift at six and headed for his locker. He’d worked an extra hour after everyone else had quit for the day to make up for any minutes he’d missed yesterday. After hanging up his hard hat, he grabbed his helmet and walked to his cycle. A bunch of his MC brothers had gathered in the parking lot. As he approached, Street could see their grim expressions. He stopped at the edge of the group to listen.
“The Ravagers laid low for a couple days after trying to take Street out. We’ve had two drive-bys today. They’re up to something,” Wraith said.
“You told us we’d retaliate for what they did to one of our own. Do we have to keep waiting?” Vex asked.
Everyone in the group echoed his sentiment with similar comments about the attack on a MC brother. Street appreciated their support. He was the new guy in the MC. He didn’t want to cause any waves.
“Hey, guys. I’m okay. Rosa’s fine. You don’t have to avenge us,” Street spoke up from behind the crowd.
“Fuck that. They attacked one of our own. We don’t stand for that,” Wild Cat said in a steely voice.
Street held his hands up, taking himself out of the equation. Inside, he appreciated that he was considered as much a part of the MC as those who’d been with the club for years.
“We’re not delaying because we’re against hitting them,” a growling voice sounded from behind Street.
Lucien scanned those gathered around Wraith and nodded to his Enforcer. “I’ll take over, Wraith, if you’re good with that.”
“Of course, Diablo,” Wraith said with a slow smile that sent a chill down Street’s spine.
What were these two up to? As Street pondered that question, the circle around Wraith morphed into a larger ring centered around Diablo. Street had asked Wild Cat when he’d first pledged why Lucien went by two names. The biker had pointed out that Lucien ran the businesses with a steel fist. Diablo stepped away from that role to lead the MC. As Diablo, he ignored the restraint needed to support the roadhouse and warehouses in the community. Dark and dangerous, Diablo barely controlled his wild side.
“The Devil Daddies MC will not tolerate any offense paid to one of our brothers or an attack on our holdings or women. Our delayed response was deliberate and designed to make them cocky,” Lucien explained. “We had valuable cargo coming in that would have undergone a rocky route if the Ravagers hadn’t held their breaths waiting for our response.”
Street’s thoughts returned to the truckload he’d moved alone. Lucien had allowed no one else in the warehouse and shut Street out as soon as he’d finished his task. The other members of the MC nodded. Of course, they’d noted the President’s actions.
Did they know what was inside? Was he the only one kept in the dark? Street bristled at that suspicion. Sure, he was new to the MC, but he was willing to risk injury or worse in the conflict with the Ravagers. Hell, he’d already barely escaped some horrible fate when his Little girl had interceded.
Scythe bumped his arm and tapped his phone screen. Street eased his phone from his pocket casually as he listened to Lucien address those gathered. He read the message that appeared.
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Get ready—Diablo.
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