Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I don't know what else to tell people. Would it get more attention to stay professional or to just scream for help? If people decide to go vigilante, more of them will get hurt. If the police come, who will they side with? “Please, spread the word, but keep your distance. People are armed, and I don't want anyone to get hurt.”
Faith grabs the phone from me, taking over by aiming the camera at our protectors. “The good news is that the Screaming Eagles are here to protect us. Let me introduce you. Scrapper has his name because he's a killer with his fists. He doesn't back down from a fight, and he sure isn't backing down now. Bull, well, he's built like one. Look at that torso, ladies. Would you believe he's vegan? Just goes to show that if you get your proteins and know how to build yourself up, you too can become a meatless monster.” She grimaces. “That was terrible. We'll go with Bull. Don't tell him I said that.”
“How can you be so perky in the middle of a freaking siege?” I whisper. I don't know if she's crazy or I'm just jealous I'm not as good at this social media stuff.
She shrugs and continues. “And over there? That's Mad Dog. Once he sinks his teeth into something, he won't let go until either it’s dead, or he is. Any of you ladies want to be his? If I wasn't already happily taken, I sure would!”
Ella comes running over. “What the heck are you two doing? This is our exclusive.”
I give her a look like, is she even realizing that we're in serious trouble here? “Exclusive doesn’t mean anything if we’re dead!”
Faith turns her phone so Ella gets in the picture. “We'll make it a collab or crossover or whatever you want to call it. Jump right in. No time like the present, since we might be dead in moments.”
Even Ella's dark complexion blanches at that thought, but she gathers herself quickly. She drops immediately into newscaster voice. “Hello. This is Ella Washington from Channel 7. Thank you to the”—she glances at the account name at the bottom—”to the FixerUppers for sharing their space with me while we figure out what's going on. This is important news and we can't risk it not getting out if… if the situation turns truly grim. Authorities have been called, and I have it from a reliable source that help is on its way. I want to repeat that everyone should keep away from the Channel 7 studios. The situation in progress is dangerous, uncontrolled, and we're under some kind of siege. Please, stay home and stay safe. Let the proper authorities deal with this.”
Faith pulls the phone back. “And in the meantime, you're gonna see the work of some of the sexiest bikers in the Screaming Eagles, who—”
Something massive slams into the door, ripping it off its hinges and launching a large part of the barricade backwards. We scream and duck as debris slams into our desk shield.
Faith stares wide-eyed into the camera, dust and smoke seeping by. “Shit just got serious.”
34
MACK
The roar of over fifty motorcycles echoes off the city blocks like a pride of lions coming through. The rumble is comforting, lulling me into a sense of safety in numbers and taking some of the edge off before the action. There's a lot I love about the Eagles and being in an MC, but nothing beats just the feeling of riding a horse made of steel and rubber. Even if I'd never heard of the Screaming Eagles, I'd still be fucking doing this.
Eagle-eye's got point. Even though he keeps telling everyone he's getting too old for this shit, he seems to always have it in him for one more operation. One day, he's just gonna collapse and I doubt he'll quit even then. He's been angling for King, who rides at his side, to take over one day, but every time I think that maybe it's gonna happen soon, Prez keeps proving us all wrong. I hope he keeps proving us wrong for years to come.
We cross the bridge into Blackworth. This is Giordano territory, but I assume someone called ahead so they don't think we're attacking. We're on good terms these days, but you don't wanna surprise the Mafia if you can avoid it. And the last thing we need is to get into a gunfight before we're even there. Still, I sit straighter and keep my eyes peeled.
I wanna ride faster. Get out of this area, sure, but I wanna be where Mila is. This isn't a casual ride, not by a long shot, and fuck, I wanna open the throttle all the way. But we're stronger as an army, and fifty of us going all out would almost definitely lead to a fuckup.