Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Eric just stared down at his plate, the muscle in his jaw ticking. The boy was struggling to cope with having somewhere to turn to. I understood it. Hell, we all did.
I shrugged at Carter. “Sure. Whatever.” I looked at my watch. “I need to head out.”
Carter frowned at me over his mug of coffee. “Sure you don’t want one of us to ride with you?” They didn’t like it when I headed alone to an exchange, but we knew these guys. Nothing was going to happen. I was safe.
I shook my head. “I’m good. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” I looked at Eric. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you need so long as you abide by my rules and you treat everyone with respect. Clear?”
“Clear,” he grunted. “And uh, thanks.”
I nodded once, grabbed my bike keys off the hook on the wall, and headed outside.
I shook Brian’s hand once he got off his bike and walked up to me. He was the first person I started doing business with, and he used his connections to help me get my own club off the ground. I would always be grateful to the Chaos Destroyers MC for the help they had lent me, even if they were working on pulling out of the business.
And because Brian trusted me and my club so much, he was slowly working on transferring all of his connections to me. I was grateful for it.
“You doing good, brother?” he asked.
I nodded. “Hangin’ in there.” I watched as his two men went into the small warehouse my club owned and began to get their crates. “How are we doing with this transfer?”
“Reapers are impressed,” he told me. “Your weapons are top-quality. Few more buys, and I think the prez will be ready to have a meeting with you.”
I nodded once. “Good.” That was what I wanted. The Reapers MC was one of the biggest players in the game. Having them in my pocket would not only keep our pockets full, but we would have protection if shit ever went down, too.
The sound of a loud engine reached my ears. I barely had time to turn before a bullet slammed into my shoulder. A roar of pain left my lips as Brian knocked me to the side, covering me as he began firing back. My ears were ringing, making it nearly impossible to hear anything. Blood pumped from the wound, soaking my flannel and my cut. Pain pulsed from the wound, and I gritted my teeth, biting back another yell.
My head was throbbing, my ears still ringing. The pain in my shoulder made it hard to fucking focus.
Brian grasped my face and roughly shook me. A moment later, he slapped me—hard as fuck—and I blinked up at him. “Come on!” he barked at me. “Get up, Blink. Get the fuck up. We’ve got to get out of here.”
“Weapons,” I muttered, staring at his two dead men by the crates. Shit, that fucking sucked. They were good guys. Loyal. I knew Brian had known them for most of his life.
“Fuck those weapons right now, brother. You’re fuckin’ bleeding out.”
I lowered my head, looking at the blood steadily pumping from my shoulder wound. “Fuck,” I muttered.
“Fuck is right,” Brian growled, hefting me to my feet. I stumbled for a second, the blood loss quickly making me dizzy. “You’ve got to ride bitch, Blink. Clubhouse or hospital?”
“Clubhouse,” I grunted. A hospital would bring too many questions and cops. I couldn’t have either. Grit was a medic in the military; he could get me patched up enough to survive.
I hoped.
I managed to snap my helmet on one-handed and slid on behind Brian. “Hold on,” Brian snapped at me. And then, he tore off the warehouse lot and sped for the clubhouse, leaving his two dead men behind. Probably only for now.
I hoped only for now.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Carver roared as Brian got off the bike and helped me off. I stumbled and crashed to one knee, my vision a little hazy. Pain was throbbing through my shoulder and down my arm, and my teeth hurt from clenching them together. Blood was soaked into my clothes. I’d lost way too much and probably needed to go to the hospital, but that was a last resort and only if I was dying. I wasn’t dying yet. I knew that much.
“Help me get his ass inside,” Brian growled at Carver.
Carver came to my other side, and I barked out his name when he moved my arm to drape my arm over his shoulders. He growled at me to shut the hell up, and the two of them helped me inside. Lindsey was wiping glasses at the bar, and the moment she looked at me, the glass fell from her hands, shattering on the floor at her feet.