Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“Qu-Quit antagonizing him, King,” T grumbles. I rub the back of my neck, sighing out in frustration. Actually, liking T has complicated my grand plan of vengeance. I can’t do it now. Hurting his father would hurt him. I may not have grown up with T, but there’s a bond between us now that I won’t even try to deny. He’s there for me, even before my club. In fact, he’s the only one I’ve spoken to about the problems I’m having with Shelby. It’s not that I don’t trust the others. I love my club. Mostly, it’s because I just don’t want to talk about this shit.
“Call his ass down. I’m the one laying my neck on the line here. I’m doing it for you and your mom—not his fucking ass,” I mutter.
“How w-was she?” he asks quietly, and I don’t miss the way Dragon gives up fighting against them, his gaze looking directly at me. He’s a desperate man. I get it. You’d be a fool not to see how torn up he is. I guess he can care about a woman—just not my mother.
“How’s my hija?” a guy I don’t know also asks. He must be the blonde’s dad. She obviously must take after her mother.
“They’re scared. They don’t exactly trust me. I have to act one way in front of them. Eyeball and Demon have a camera in the room where they’re hostage. Squaller is the fuckhead who monitors it. I’m going to deal with all three of them and break the girls out. There’s a party going on tonight. I’m supposed to …” Shit, I can’t even make myself say the word. Disgust fills my gut as I struggle to find a way to say something that I know is going to hurt T.
“You’re supposed to rape them,” Dom says, looking at me.
I nod. “They have Squaller filming it. Eyeball and Demon will be in the control room, watching the monitors. There’s a party going on at the main club. The rest of the men will be there. Once I finish, Squaller and I are supposed to transfer the girls to the clubhouse. That’s when Demon and Eyeball are supposed to take their turns in front of the rest of the men. The plan is to toss them out to the others once they finish,” I explain.
“I’m going to gut them. Every fucking one!” Dragon howls, pain and fury laced in words that feel like they could cut and slice you open from the inside out. The other guy—his Devil’s Blaze patch says Skull—is letting out a stream of curse words, but they’re all in Spanish. My Spanish sucks, but I do recognize a few words, so I get the gist.
“Did you get chosen for first because of Dad?” Dom asks. He’s very calm, but I know there’s fury beneath. He’s keeping a tight rein on everything, but it is visible in his eyes. He’s different than he used to be. I find the change surprising, but I shrug it away. Now’s not the time. Besides, it’s not like Dom and I will ever be friends. T and I are a fluke. If he hadn’t joined my club, we probably never would have had a relationship.
“They know your dad is my sperm donor, if that’s what you’re asking. I pushed to go first. Making sure they knew that with as much as I hated your father and knowing what he was supposed to be to me, it would hurt him more. All I had to do was plant the seeds, and the fuckers fell into line, not even realizing it. I’m going to share drinks with the three in the control room. Once that’s done, I’ll go get the girls. We’ll have very limited time for the rescue. If this is going to work, I’m going to need a few men waiting for me at the bottom of Buck Mountain—”
“Why can’t we just drive up the main road?” Dom asks.
“There are gates blocking the park. They’re chained and charged with electricity.”
“We can ram it. That would get them in our custody and safe much sooner,” Skull interjects.
“That would alert the Ferals to what we’re doing. That’s the last thing we want. We may be close to Cherokee, but it would leave a lot of room for not only the women and our men to get killed, but the residents of this quiet town would be collateral damage. This is the best way to go here. I can get the girls out and bring them down the mountain. We can load them up and get quickly into Cherokee. Ford has already cleared it with the Saint’s Outlaws. There’s an old mill in Saunooke Village. It’s in the middle of the Cherokee reservation. That’s a line even the Feral Kings MC won’t cross. They have strings they can pull with the locals, but causing a war on federally protected land is the main reason Feral Kings haven’t just attacked the Saint’s Outlaws outright and tried to take everything over.”