Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“No. I’ve tried about ten times now. Every time I tell her it’s time to go, she takes another shot,” our newest prospect, Apple Drew, explained.
“Fuck,” I growled, getting up from my computer chair. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Ten minutes or less.”
“Got it. But Mig,” Apple hesitated. “Hurry.”
I didn’t bother to change.
I knew the moment I went into that bar that shit would start to fly…and I had a feeling that Annie knew it, too.
There were about two areas in a fifty-mile radius of Uncertain and the surrounding towns that The Uncertain Saints weren’t welcome, and The Hail House was one of them.
It was located in Jefferson, Texas.
The bar and grill was opened about twenty years ago and was established well before the Uncertain Saints were formed.
That’s why we never made a huge deal about the crew that ran out of The Hail House, a team of auto recovery agents who were mostly motorcycle riders.
Although they weren’t technically a MC, they were territorial.
They didn’t like to start fights, but they would finish them.
And I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Annie had heard about them somewhere.
Knew that I wouldn’t let her stay.
Not because they were dangerous to her physical body, but because they—other than the owner of Hail Auto Recovery—would be dangerous to her heart.
I was secure enough in myself to admit that they were all good looking.
And Annie seemed to be drawn to the bad boy type.
Although she probably didn’t know exactly what she was getting into, she had to know that I’d come for her.
Knowing it was about to get ugly, I called up the boys.
I started with Ridley, since I knew he would be closest seeing as he was a sheriff’s deputy out of Jefferson.
“Yeah?” Ridley answered with a slight hint of annoyance.
“Annie’s at Hail House,” I told him.
“Goddammit, this is not what I need right now. I’ll be by there as soon as I can, but I’ve got my hands full at the mall right now…motherfucking son of a bitch!”
A scuffle ensued, and I knew Ridley was really in a predicament if he couldn’t even speak.
Ridley was a big guy, over six foot two and two hundred fifty pounds; he could easily fit the description of a giant.
Ridley’s grunt of pain had me running to my bike.
Although I wanted to go to Annie, I knew she would be safe.
Ridley, however, wouldn’t be if the sounds coming from over the line were anything to go by.
Before I got onto my bike, I called one last person who I knew would round up the rest of the boys.
Our president, Peek.
“Yeah?” He growled.
I could hear the whir of the tattoo gun going on in the background, so I knew he wasn’t too busy.
He wouldn’t have answered if there was a client in his chair
His wife would have.
“Ridley’s getting his ass kicked at the mall, and Annie’s at Hail House without me,” I divulged.
“Motherfucker. I’ll get everyone rounded up.”
I hung up, shoving the phone into my pocket as I straddled my bike.
The bike started up with a thunderous roar, and I was accelerating out of the parking lot within moments of the call.
It was five minutes into my drive when Wolf’s bike pulled in behind mine.
I had no clue where he’d come from, but I was happy for his assistance.
I hadn’t seen much of Wolf in the past couple of weeks.
His son was having facial surgery that was supposed to correct something to do with his jaw.
When Wolf’s son, Nathan, had been a young child, he’d been shot in the head by a serial killer who’d been preying on cop’s pregnant wives and family.
Nathan’s real father had died, as had Wolf’s child and wife.
Wolf had taken Nathan in since his father and Wolf had been best friends, and they’d been together ever since.
Nathan took up a lot more time of Wolf’s lately, though, due to his surgery…and I felt like a real shit for not putting in more of an effort with him.
I’d been too busy dealing with my own shit to notice that Wolf looked tired.
I raised an arm at him as a hello, and rode side by side with him until we reached the mall’s entrance, pulling in just in time to see Ridley take a punch to the face by a bruiser that had about a hundred pounds on him.
Although it didn’t seem possible that anyone could be bigger than Ridley.
Another man was behind Ridley on the ground, and yet another was about ten feet behind him peeling himself up off the fucked up gravel parking lot.
Wolf pulled to a stop only feet away from the downed man trying to get up, and I stopped a couple feet shy of the man trying to beat Ridley to a pulp.
Anyone could beat one trained man with enough people, and it looked like the man still standing hadn’t been playing fair.