Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“That was for you, not me. I’ll be back later but don’t stay up.” He kisses the dried blood on my neck. “I’ll fuck you in your sleep.”
My thighs clench, a soft moan leaving my lips. “Please do.”
When he turns to leave, I fold my arms in front of me. “Where you going?”
He looks over his shoulder. “To fill the brothers in. Go to sleep, Ruby.” I wait until he’s left before finally falling into bed, ignoring the pain of Victor. Wicked’s love is potent enough to drown out any daddy issues I could possibly get from this.
The MC has always been a family. I think it’s why I found a home within the confinements of the clubhouse, because I never had that growing up. Everything there was a mask, fake, because they had to be.
Royce is to my right, with Khaos on the left. Beside Khaos is Kirby, Psyko, and Felon, and then beside Royce is Pope and Rellik, the other members. I wasn’t mad that we lost a bunch of them when I took over presidency. The fucking whole lot of them were run by an idiot. They left the same way they came.
“Thank you for being there tonight,” I start, looking around at them all. “I mean it. This isn’t something you have to take on, it’s mine, but I appreciate the support.”
“Brother, we are here to stay. What is yours is ours…” Psyko says, his arms spreading wide. One of his eyes are pure white from being shot when he was a kid. Psyko, from what I’ve heard, is one of the loyal brothers we have in the MC.
“Hear, hear,” they all sound out around the table.
“Brother,” Royce murmurs, staring at me from over his glass. “Continue.”
“My old lady’s old man isn’t who we thought he was. Not her old man. Was cooking her up all along for me to send her back to Skully—who happens to be her biological father.” I lean back in my chair, flicking my unlit cigar between my fingers. “There’s something I’m missing.” I rack my brain for the missing pieces.
“I don’t know.” Khaos lights his cigarette, bringing it to his lips. “I think it’s pretty fucking black and white, brother.” He flicks the ash. “Skully sent you in, got you to whack off your fake parents, which he knew were part of the Bratva, and Mik’s parents, which would draw attention to Victor who killed yours, which gave him a reason to bring home two stray cats, and the wife and Ruby wouldn’t think anything of it. That way you could do your mission and gain Ruby’s trust enough to take her without it being a display that would hit the headlines of every fucking news agency. Old man Victor found out about you being of Sicilian blood, and after your initiation, found out about Mikhail being after him for the parents thing and the set-up from Skully so faked his death for a couple years.”
“But that’s the thing.” I roll the fat trunk of my cigar between my fingers. “Why would he kill Pearl? Even his last words to Ruby were that he loved her mother.”
“Fuck. Probably should have got that out of him before we sent him off to the butcher, huh?” Felon jokes, smirking at me from the end of the table.
“Nah, he wouldn’t have told us shit…” Royce plays with the Zippo in his hand. “Wicked is right. Something ain’t right. Did Victor even ever find out about her mother if it wasn’t him? Who offed her?”
I shake my head. “I don’t fucking know.”
“Well, we’re in bed with the Bratva now, so whatever needs to be done, we need to make sure we don’t piss them off in the process.” Khaos taps his temple. “What if—now hear me out before you all pop off on me. We hack their system? Anonymous would be in because last I checked, Skully still harmed women and children in The Institution.”
Smart little fucker.
I knew sleep wasn’t going to be easy tonight, but I expected at least an hour or two. Reaching for my phone, I open a text from an unknown number.
Meet me at the turnoff. You know which one. And come alone. I throw my blanket off my body, sliding out of bed and shuffling on a Wolf Pack hoodie and yoga pants. Wolf snores peacefully, unaware, but I know Wicked is downstairs. Do they have people on the gate when they do church? I guess I’m about to find out.
I type out a reply, This better be important, before calling Betty quickly to tell her I am leaving and to come sleep in our room.
Tiptoeing through the courtyard, I squeeze the handle to my G-Wagon and slide into the driver’s seat. Popping open the compartment drawer, I check the Nine that’s in there and push it into the band of my yoga pants before starting the car and reversing out of the park, driving forward.