Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
I ran my hand over her hair. “Zyla is missing,” I informed her. She sucked in a sharp breath of air at the sound of her friend being missing, then proceeded to cough. “Jesup needs my help.”
“Find her, River,” she begged, her voice raspy. She let those beautiful, exhausted brown eyes meet mine, letting me see the fear for her friend there.
“I will. I promise,” I assured her as I ran my fingertips down her back. “I’m going to call Joey and have him ride in to keep an eye on things around here. To keep you and Axel protected while I’m gone.”
She nodded. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her forehead, thankful that her fever seemed to be breaking. “Get some rest, darlin’. I love you. Call me if you need me.”
She closed her eyes. “Be careful, River.”
I smiled softly. “Always, darlin’.”
I grabbed my duffel bag off the floor and strode out of my room, quietly shutting the door behind me. Once I was in the hallway, I dropped my duffel bag to my feet, then tugged my phone from my pocket so I could call Joey.
He answered on the first ring, just as I knew he would if I called him. “What’s up?” he asked.
“I need you to ride up here,” I told him. “I have to help Tristan and Jesup. They have someone on the inside ratting to outsiders. They’ve lost three members so far, and now Zyla is missing. Been missing since yesterday.”
“Can’t believe you’re helping that fucking asshole,” Joey growled. I released a long sigh. This was why Adelaide was still my woman despite Joey changing. He would have put a bullet in Tristan’s skull a long time ago for the shit he had done to her. “He does nothing but tear her down, River.”
“She loves him,” I reminded him. Because she loved him, I wouldn’t let myself nor Joey harm Tristan. Even if she gave us the order to, I wouldn’t let it happen. Because after he was lying cold and dead in front of her, she would lose a part of herself, the part of herself that had and would always belong to Tristan.
Joey sighed. “I know, and that fucker has no idea how precious that fucking love is.” That, Joey had right. Tristan didn’t, and he never would. Adelaide didn’t give her love freely, but when she did give it, she loved deep and hard. “Fuck. Yeah, I’ll head up with Ink and a couple more of my men within the next fifteen minutes.”
“Adelaide is sick,” I informed him. Joey muttered a ‘shit’ under his breath. “High fever, throwing up. Reina is taking care of Axel until she’s better. Just keep an eye on her and try to keep her fever broken so I don’t have to haul her in to see a doctor.”
“That woman hates doctors,” Joey grunted. I laughed quietly. At least he knew that as well. “I’ll take care of her, River. You can trust me.”
“I know. That’s why you’re getting this phone call. Shoot me a text when you’ve got your eyes on my woman,” I ordered.
“Understood,” Joey said.
I hung up and headed to the chapel, began making more phone calls, trying to get as much intel as I could before I rode out to the Sons of Death’s territory.
Before I rode into what would probably be a fucking war zone.
I knew Tristan’s club wouldn’t survive this. If it did, it would be a miracle, and there would only be a small ass club left behind, not the one he’d built up over the years.
The Sons of Death’s days were limited.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Adelaide
Igroaned when I felt someone gently shake me awake. Blinking slowly, I looked up to see Joey kneeling beside the bed. “Joey…” I breathed, my voice hoarse and my throat scratchy. I cleared it, though that only made my throat hurt more.
He gave me a small smile. “Hey, pretty girl.” He reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear. “River told me you were sick. You feeling okay?”
I shrugged. “Could be better but not as bad as earlier. River gone?” I asked him.
He nodded. “He told me to tell you he would call as soon as he got to the Sons of Death’s clubhouse.”
I sleepily rubbed my eyes as I sat up, my belly prominent with the t-shirt I was wearing. I moved to slide out of bed, and Joey gripped my hands, helping me up. I smiled up at him as he chuckled. “You get bigger and bigger every time I see you,” he told me. “You look beautiful, pretty girl. Got a pretty ass glow about you.”
I ran my hand over my belly, feeling Jaxon move under my hand. “He’s strong,” I told Joey. He caressed my belly for a moment, that small smile for me never leaving his face. “I’m measuring pretty big, so I think he’s going to be as big as his damn dad when he gets older.”