Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Tiny drove us in a large Bronco past the first warehouse, down the gravel path between the buildings to what had to be the center of the compound. There was a grassy courtyard-like area with a few small trees, flower gardens, and stone benches under the shade of the trees. He’d assured me we’d all love it here, but I had learned not to get my hopes up.
Once out of the vehicle, Tiny led us inside the warehouse in front of the courtyard. Other than the reception area, the place looked pretty close to Haven. Made sense. I got the feeling there was more to the relationship between Haven and Kiss of Death than was widely known. And in the most positive of ways. I’d bet my last dollar most of the funding came from the club in the form of money and, more importantly, labor and security.
“The bottom two floors of the outer warehouses are for club business,” Knight explained as we walked inside the building. “Upper floors are apartments. The inner buildings are all residential.”
“It’s like a fortress,” I murmured.
Tiny glanced back, a small smile lifting his beard. “That’s the idea.”
We passed three men inside the main room, painting the back wall by the lift. I recognized Griffin and Ranger but was unfamiliar with the third guy. They paused to acknowledge Tiny and all of us with subtle nods and friendly smiles. None of them stared or made any attempt to engage beyond the quiet, friendly greeting. Their restraint surprised me. Andy’s friends had always demanded attention, inserting themselves into my personal space without permission.
“Everyone knows you’re under our protection,” Tiny said quietly, as if reading my thoughts. “No one will bother you unless invited to. But every single one of them will do anything you ask of them. They’re all good men.”
The knot in my chest loosened slightly at his words. “Is this place even real? Are we going to wake up one day and find we fell out of the frying pan into the fire?” I knew I sounded more than a little crazy, but there had to be a downside here. I never got this lucky.
Tiny chuckled, not taking offense in any way. “It’s real, honey. We won’t…” He trailed off before closing the lift and set it to go to the third floor. “We won’t, but more importantly, I won’t let you down, Penny. You and the girls are my first priority. The club knows this, and they will back me with anything I need.”
“He’s right, Penny.” Knight stepped off the lift, looking back over his shoulder. “Ain’t a person in this place wouldn’t help you in any way necessary. And I don’t mean just the men. The old ladies already love you and the girls. Expect them to bring groceries and essentials as well as a few housewarming gifts.”
“I hope we won’t be in your way too long,” I said as we followed him to the apartment they were letting us use. “We’re causing you so many problems…” I trailed off, still upset over not being able to find Kira.
Knight glanced from me to Tiny and raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I don’t think you’ll be leaving. You might have to fight Tiny for closet space, but I have a feeling you’ll work something out. Besides, you aren’t the problem. None of this is your fault. If you believe nothing else any of us tells you, believe that, Penny.” He gave me a gentle smile. It took me a few days to get used to Knight’s appearance when we’d first met him. Pretty much every spare inch of visible skin was covered in tattoos. Even the whites of his eyes had been tattooed black. I’d heard of sclera tattooing but never seen it. While I admitted he looked really cool now, when I’d first met him I had trouble meeting his gaze head-on.
Knight coded our key cards and showed us how to use them. The girls had rolled their eyes at him and done it themselves while Knight looked contrite before breaking into a grin, making Kira actually laugh.
“This one’s yours, if you like it.” Knight gestured at the open living room. “Go take a look. If you think you’ll be comfortable here, I’ll let you set a PIN for the door and the security system.”
“We need a security system inside here?” I know my expression was confused. Then it dawned on me, and I actually felt my face go red. “You have security so we feel safe. Like it really was a leased apartment.”
Tiny shrugged. “We don’t want anyone here who doesn’t want to be here. And we don’t take people under our protection we intend on harming in any way. We know this. The women who’ve come here over the last couple of years didn’t always feel safe with strangers. As I’m sure you don’t.” He wasn’t wrong. But the fact was, I did feel safe.