Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
He was the spitting image of his father. Tall, broad, built, with black hair and light eyes.
“You motherfucker, you thought I’d just forget we got some shit to work through just ‘cause you rolled outta town a few years back?” Jase asked.
Then, without any more warning than that, he cocked his arm, and slammed a fist into Valen’s jaw.
“Oh shit,” Dezi mumbled, rubbing his hands together, enjoying the show.
“The fuck is this about?” Malc mumbled, moving next to me as Voss made room for the two men to keep wailing on each other.
“That much piss and vinegar,” Voss grumbled. “Gotta be a chick.”
“Whose bikes are…” Reign started, coming in the back door, then pausing, taking in the scene. “Is that Jase Mallick?” he asked, looking over at his son.
“It is,” Fallon said, nodding.
“Are we just going to let them destroy the clubhouse?” Reign asked as the two of them nearly crashed into the pool table.
“Apparently, it’s a long-standing grudge. Figured we’d let ‘em go a couple rounds before we break it up,” Fallon said.
“What kind of grudge? The Mallicks have always been allies of ours.”
“Yeah, maybe your generation. And Charlie’s generation. It’s not looking so hot for us,” Fallon admitted. And it wasn’t the first time one of us had gotten into it with one of them.
I always figured it was family rivalry type shit. But then Malc had informed me that while the girls from many of the families and organizations in town had sort of banded together and bonded, it hadn’t exactly happened with the guys.
“Dezi, Cary, you wanna do the honors?” Reign asked when there was the crash of glass breaking.
“What? So we can catch the stray fists?” Dezi asked.
“Exactly,” Reign agreed with a smirk.
“Yeah, this is getting ugly,” Fallon agreed, wincing as a splatter of blood shot across the wall.
With that, Dezi and Cary moved forward to try to drag the brawling men apart, but it took the two of them just to grab Jase, and Voss had needed to intervene to push Valen back.
“You stay the fuck away from me, do you hear me?” Jase snapped, even through the blood dripping out of his mouth.
“Alright. Time to cool down, big guy,” Dezi said as he and Cary pushed Jase to the door, then outside.
“The fuck, kid?” Reign asked as Valen wiped blood off a split in his lip that just kept bleeding down his face. “You’re home for all of five minutes, and you’re starting wars in this town?”
“That was an old war,” Valen admitted as Voss went behind the bar to grab a bottle of vodka, handing it to Valen. “It just took this long to see actual bloodshed. He’s fucking bigger than I remember,” Valen said with a humorless snort as he uncapped the vodka and took a long swig.
“Yeah, he takes after his father,” Reign agreed. “How’d he even know you were here?”
“He was pulling into the gas station as we were leaving,” Valen told him.
“What’d you do to him?” Reign asked.
“I, ah, I maybe stole Louana from him back in the day.”
“Louana,” Reign repeated, the name ringing a bell, but not quite.
“Luce and Evan’s kid,” Fallon filled in. “Wait, though,” he said, looking over at Valen. “If you stole Louana, but he didn’t get a chance to beat the piss out of you for it before you skipped out of town, does that mean…”
“It does,” Valen said, nodding and wincing at the same time.
“Oh, shit, man. The fuck were you thinking? You do realize that Lou’s mom once kidnapped Luce and locked him in an actual jail cell that she built, right? Complete with a two-in-one stainless steel toilet/sink combo. Like that’s the kind of crazy that chick is descended from.”
“Why the hell you think I stayed away so long?” Valen asked, smirking even though it made the split in his lip bleed more. “I can deal with Jase. But a pissed off Lou is going to be a whole different animal to deal with.”
“Can I suggest a mini cow?” Dezi said, getting drawn-together brows from Valen who didn’t know the inside joke.
“When can we expect you back?” Fallon asked.
“I figure I will let my Ma fuss over me for the night, then be back here tomorrow to officially move in. If that works for you. Don’t know what kinda room you got right now.”
“The prospect room is a little full until the new chapter brothers head out. Which is in a day or so. We can bunk you in the basement until then. It’s not luxury, but there are beds.”
“Works for me,” Valen said, nodding. “I’ve spent more nights than I can count sleeping in the woods without a tent,” he admitted. “It will be luxury for me.”
“What about you, Voss?” Fallon asked. “You going to hang out at Valen’s parents’ place?”