Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Mal nods. Koda grins. He’s always up for a fight, and a little or a lot of blood. It’s been a while since I’ve felt the thrill of hunting down these scumbags and making sure the world is rid of them, so I’m more than happy to be part of it. And after what he did to Scarlett, him and his whole operation needs to be taken down. Him mostly. I’ll make him pay for ever laying his filthy hands on that girl.
“You ready for this?” Mal asks me.
“Born fuckin’ ready.”
“Then let’s find this motherfucker.”
“First,” Koda says, “we need to talk to the girl again. Gotta know what it is he might have his men followin’ her around for, and why he went to her show that night. There has to be a reason for it, we need to find out what it is.”
“I’ll talk to Scarlett,” I say. “See if she can think of, or knows, anything. You find more people to question, and next time, I’ll come in when you do.”
Koda grins, big and twisted. Mal does, too. “Good to have you back on board, brother.”
“Good to be back. Now let’s find this fucker so I can make him wish he never laid a hand, or a god damned finger, on that girl.”
“Got a lead, will go and check it out now, see what we can find out,” Koda says, standing and crushing out his cigarette in an empty beer bottle I left from yesterday. “Will see you at her show tonight, hear anythin’, let us know.”
“Same goes,” I say, standing.
Koda walks outside, and Mal turns to me. “About yesterday, brother ...”
My jaw tightens and I flinch, glaring at him. “You’re my brother, above everythin’ else. Should have warned me. Should have given me the respect of knowin’. You don’t throw him on me, and then wonder why I lose my shit. I got nothin’ to say to Boston, and that ain’t somethin’ you can change.”
“Understand and respect that, brother, but if you want to come back into the club, and into the business, you gotta know you can’t throw down every time you see him. If I can’t trust that you will work properly with him close by, then this ain’t goin’ to work.”
Now I’m pissed.
My voice comes out like a whip, and I snarl, “Don’t question my loyalty to the club, Malakai. I would lay my life down for it, and nothin’ would get in the way of me doin’ what I gotta do properly, not even Boston. He stays away from me, I will not cause any more trouble. Do not make me work with him, and do not ask me to speak with him. I will give the respect deserved for the club, there will be no more hate, but I will never, fuckin’ ever, forgive him.”
“Can respect that, but you gotta know, brother or not, I can’t have shit goin’ down like that, can’t have the clubs name comin’ under fire because you can’t keep control of your temper.”
“Got control. Won’t happen again.”
He studies me. “One day, brother, you’ll hear him out, and you might come to find that what happened to Nerissa was not on him.”
Hearing her name has me flinching and a familiar pain runs through my body and explodes in my chest. I’ve purposely avoided saying it or hearing it since she died. I swallow, meet his eyes, and say in a calm, emotionless voice. “I will never hear him out. But I will respect your rules. Now, are we done?”
He sighs. “See you later, brother.”
I watch him go, and when he’s gone, I exhale and close my eyes, fighting for calm.
One day at a time.
I need to focus on now.
I need to get Scarlett safe again.
~*~*~*~
MAVERICK
“What do you fuckin’ mean we can’t go in. We’ve got fuckin’ tickets,” I growl, glaring at the four security guards standing at the entrance to Scarlett’s show.
“We have been advised that you are not allowed entry, due to security reasons. You will be offered a full refund.”
“Can’t stop someone comin’ into a concert,” Mal snaps.
“Can, and will,” a dark haired security guard says, glaring right through us as if we’re nothing more than shit on his shoe that he’s quickly and forcefully had to scrape off.
“This is fucked,” I snarl. “Bull-fuckin’-shit.”
“You have a choice, you can either leave or make a scene,” the guard says, looking far too smug. I want to wipe that smugness clean off his fucking ridiculous face. “If you leave, no further action will be taken. If you make a scene, we will take whatever force necessary to end the scene before anyone gets hurt or affected by it. What’s it going to be?”
Mal reaches over, curling a hand around my arm and pulling me. “Best we go, brother. No point startin’ somethin’ out here, in front of all these people.”