Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 53428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
They want to come for her though.
Many watched Kashmere under their masks and whispered to each other. Surely, they were plotting and planning their attack, but none would come tonight. Not while I was on guard.
Soon there will be war.
Kashmere wanted to unite the Killer Crows. She dreamed of everyone finally coming together under her rule and walking off into the sunset.
I didn’t think it would be possible.
Instead, I welcomed the bloodshed.
Let them all come.
When they sought revenge, I would greet them with a storm of bullets and bloodshed.
Out of nowhere, a rumble of engines roared off in the distance.
Huh?
Leonardo and I turned in that direction.
Flashlight beams danced around the property, flickering along the trees and lighting up our faces.
Who the hell is this?
My answer appeared next. A hoard of hundreds of bikers, zoomed onto the Killer Crows’ massive estate. They were dark figures in the night, speeding forward.
My men took out their guns.
I followed, placing my weapon by my side.
I don’t remember hearing anything about bikers being in Paradise City.
I glanced at my fiancé.
Kashmere and her squad were already heading the bikers’ way, along with ten more of her trusted soldiers.
Oh no. You won’t be talking to anybody without my being by your side.
Taking off my mask, I walked off in that direction too. Whoever this was, they needed to know what I looked like so the next time that they saw me, they could properly run off in the opposite direction.
Leonardo and several of my men got rid of their masks and followed me.
Soon the bikers closed ranks, parking their motorcycles in long rows twenty feet from the mansion.
Then, one man slowed his speed, maneuvered around the other men, and stopped several feet in front of the them. He was a bulky guy with a brown leather jacket on. His long brown hair waved in the wind, and his face wore a fierce expression.
This must be their little leader.
Kashmere got to my side and walked forward with me. “Don’t have your people shoot. I know them.”
“Who are they?”
“They’re a biker gang called the Coffin Cheaters. Their leader Pedro was married to my sister, Chanel.”
“Was?” I raised my eyebrows. “They divorced before she passed?”
“No.” She shook her head. “Pedro went missing, and no one has any idea what happened to him. We might have investigated it, if not for my sister being murdered the next day and everything being so chaotic within the Killer Crows after that.”
These men will want answers for why their leader is missing.
I frowned.
We don’t have time for this shit.
I tenderly took her hand and guided her forward. “And the guy parked in front of them? Who is he?”
“His name is Gypsy—Pedro’s brother.” Kashmere let out a long breath. “And. . .he is. . .my ex-boyfriend.”
I gritted my teeth, already wanting to kill him.
Chapter 1
Meet the Ex
Kashmere
These days since meeting Santino and then consequently heinously killing my grandmother and the Executives to say I was, irrevocably altered was putting it mildly.
I was no longer the same Kash. My soul had been buried deep within a frostbitten abyss, and my physical shell became a mask of stone.
In the past, people whispered behind my back that I was a trigger happy hothead. I hated that label and always tried to prove them wrong. I did my best to stay calm and not shoot my gun.
But now. . .I accepted the name. I was done being nice and playing by old rules created by old men. It was time for the Killer Crows to greatly change like I did.
But could I do it, and unify us at the same time?
Too much weighed on my shoulders.
And now the Coffin Cheaters have arrived here. Why?
Santino and I stopped five feet in front of Gypsy as he sat on his bike and watched us.
Come on. Don’t give me more trouble.
Needing my fiancé’s comforting strength I squeezed Santino’s hand harder to anchor me, and even inched closer to him. “Thanks for being here, baby.”
“Always, Kash.”
Smiling at him using my nickname, I let out a long breath and studied Gypsy, wondering what new madness was spinning around in his insane mind.
Please don’t start any shit tonight, Gypsy. It’s been a long week for me.
Still with no one saying anything, Gypsy moved his gaze along my body.
I gritted my teeth.
Then, Gypsy directed his gaze to my hand as it held Santino’s.
Santino groaned in annoyance. “Are we supposed to invite him to a conversation or is he going to eventually get off his bike and explain why he is here?”
“Wait for the fire.” I frowned. “He likes to do a big introduction.”
“Fire?”
Then the show came without my having to explain. Gypsy let out a shrill whistle that pierced the air. His men joined in, revving their engines and roaring. It was a raucous cacophony of sound that shook the very earth under my feet.