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)
He couldn’t tell who else, besides himself, had received the text. Okay, Scythe had been included. Street would have to wait to see who else was activated.
After giving Scythe an upward nod, he struggled to refocus on Lucien. While the tattooed man drew everyone’s attention seemingly without effort, tonight Street’s curiosity kept floating questions through his mind. Lucien commanded attention when he appeared. Maybe the MC leader drew them in by the power and danger that oozed from him.
For Inferno’s patrons, his threatening appearance gave the bar even more uniqueness than the leather-vested bikers keeping everyone in check. Many would at least suspect that Lucien’s facial marking denoted time in jail. The MC president’s remoteness created chilling distance that underlined potential danger. While some visitors flirted with living on the bad side, Street hadn’t seen Lucien or Diablo respond to any of the bar’s attendees’ blatant offers to hook up. Ever.
Lucien didn’t participate in everyday activities, normally. A slight hush fell over the assembled group as everyone noted his presence. If he was here, something big was going down.
Wraith’s low voice brought Street out of his thoughts. Street had missed the handover from the MC President addressing them to their Enforcer. Lucien arched one eyebrow at him quizzically, drawing the tattoo at the corner of his eye up slightly. Street shrugged, attempting to appear unbothered by whatever had distracted him. Like he had worked too hard and simply spaced out.
Yeah, that didn’t convince the MC President.
Street pulled his gaze away from the slight smirk on Lucien’s face to listen to Wraith.
“Full tanks. Full gear. Two AM. We meet outside the barrier at the compound. I need these people in specific places. Hellcat, you’re on gate duty. Fury and Razor, you’re on compound patrol. Pirate, Gamble, Toxin, and Dead Eye, you’ve got the warehouses,” Wraith announced.
Grumbles followed immediately from the seven men who would remain behind. Wraith didn’t squelch any of them. Their complaints died out as those with Little girls nodded their thanks for keeping those most precious to them safe. Street dropped his hand on Hellcat’s shoulder to share his appreciation.
“Fuck, I’m glad to protect but hate to miss out on kicking Ravager ass,” Hellcat swore, making several guys chuckle.
Wraith nodded at him. “We’ll boot a few around for you.” After sharing a few more details, Wraith dismissed the group and headed to take his place at Inferno’s door. A line had already formed to get inside in front of the main entrance thirty yards from where they stood in the side parking lot.
Street needed to see his Little girl. He excused himself and jumped on his bike. He didn’t know what was coming, but spending time with the most precious person in his life was essential. The Ravagers were vicious. Street appreciated his former military training, but understood being prepared didn’t guarantee his safety.
He made the trip quickly and waved his thanks to Gamble at the gate when he opened the barrier. Gamble called out, asking about the meeting. Street didn’t pause. His MC brother would get the update from the next member who rolled into the compound.
Backing into the garage, Street sniffed. Something smelled amazing. His Little girl had prepared food. He parked before tugging off his helmet and heading inside.
Rosa turned from the stove, looking nervous. Adorable with a dishtowel tucked inside her shirt as a makeshift apron, she made him smile. His borrowed house seemed like a home with Rosa in it. Street put a frilly, cute apron on his shopping list. Maybe he could talk her into wearing one without clothes. His cock twitched as he imagined that lust-inspiring thought.
“Hi! I hope you like spaghetti?” she said quickly as he stared at her.
“It smells amazing in here, Dinorosa. You don’t need to make dinner for me, Little girl. I don’t want you to get burned on the stove.”
Her expression changed from apprehension to scoffing. “I don’t cook much, but I can boil water and heat up sauce.”
Street kicked himself as he walked forward to wrap his arms around her. “Thank you, Rosa. I’m starving. Want me to throw the spaghetti in the water before I go change?”
“Oh, I did that about an hour ago. I wanted to make sure the food was ready for you to eat when you got here.”
He deliberately didn’t glance at the pot that sat simmering with a lid on top on the stove. Whatever noodles she’d found in his pantry would be mush at this point. Wraith had shared that the tiny room she’d rented had only a toilet, sink, and mattress on the floor. Wraith hadn’t listed all the things missing. How had she lived without at least a burner and a fridge? He took in her small frame and suspected she’d survived on whatever she could find.
“Is something wrong?”