Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“You sound like a man who has learned that lesson.”
“That’s because I am, Breaker. It brought me to my Iva, and I’d not change a damn thing. Everything pales when it comes to her. She is and always will be the most important person in my life.”
I nod, jealous of what he says. That’s exactly what I want. I feel it deep inside of me. It’s as if his words wake something up inside of me. What he’s describing with Iva is what I instinctively know that I’ve wanted my entire life. I take a deep breath. I can’t feel like that and not see Indy’s face. There’s no one else. There’s only her.
The door to the small café opens up, drawing our attention. There’s a man walking in that’s just a little smaller than I am—maybe two or three inches. He’s leaner, too. His scary appearance is only enhanced by the patch over one of his eyes. He’s got brown hair that has some gray shining in. There are tattoos visible on his fingers. He’s wearing a leather jacket, dark blue jeans, and boots. He looks every inch a biker. I wonder if Indy finds me imposing. I’m thankful that little Tinny has never been intimidated by me. He takes two steps inside, the glass entry door swinging shut behind him. He begins scanning the area as Cooper stands to get his attention. An easy smile moves over the man’s face as he walks toward us. It’s when he gets about five feet away, he freezes. He stares at me, shock written all over his face.
“Holy fuck,” he breathes. “Breaker? You’re alive?”
My heart stops mid-beat. Shit, I hope this wasn’t a mistake.
Chapter 11
Breaker
“You know who I am?” I ask and it looks like I shocked him.
He lets out a menacing growl that immediately gets the attention of the other diners. “What the fuck does that mean? Why in the hell are you here? Do you realize how upset Bull and Skye are?”
“Maybe we could all sit down and speak a little quieter. We seem to be drawing a lot of attention.”
The man grunts but does as asked. He stares a hole through me. I have to fight the urge to shift under his gaze. I force myself to look him directly in the eye, not backing down. He huffs and then turns his attention back to Cooper. “What’s the meaning of this? You said you wanted me to talk to a friend of yours that was having trouble with our mother chapter.”
“That’s exactly why we’re here. I take it you already know Breaker.”
“What kind of question is that? Didn’t he tell you?”
The man’s gaze turns back to me. I shake my head. “I uh … can’t.”
“What in the fuck does that mean?” he curses.
“I don’t exactly remember who I am,” I confess.
“Come again?”
“Breaker was shot and left to die—”
“That much I know. Bull has been pulling every string we have to drag the damn lake and send out people searching for him. We’re taking shifts and staying with the Saint’s Outlaws. Different ones stay, so that we always have members close by in case we find your sorry ass feeding the vultures. You’ve nearly killed your mom and dad.”
I should feel guilty. Heck, I guess a small part of me does, but I can’t drum up feelings for these people. As of right now, I don’t really know them.
“Well,” I mumble, scrubbing my face with my hand.
“You don’t know who I’m talking about, do you?”
“I don’t have a damn clue. I take it the two of us know one another?”
“Yeah, you could say that,” he laughs. “Your father and I are pretty tight. You were always visiting, trained under me for a bit. You and LD are pretty close. He took your death—I guess that’s supposed death—pretty hard.”
“LD?”
“My son. Logan Jr.,” he laughs. “Torrent hates it when people call him LD. She threatens to cut off Fury’s balls every damn day for starting it, but in the end, she couldn’t fight it.”
“What does the D stand for if the L is Logan?” I ask, trying to ignore the way he mentions names so easily—names I should know, but don’t.
“Oh, it doesn’t stand for Logan. It’s Little Devil. That’s my road name—Devil. Fury thought LD was cute. It caught on much to my old lady’s irritation.”
I nod, not really having much more to add. “Are Bull and Skye my parents?” I ask, the names sounding foreign on my tongue. I thought maybe a name might spark something, but there’s nothing. Just emptiness.
“Yeah. Bull’s a mean son of a bitch, broad as a side of a house. He’s the enforcer of the crew in Kentucky. It’s a role they were thinking at one time to prep you for. You’re the Sergeant-At-Arms now. You’ll move up from that once the older members step down.”