Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
“Were you here to try to get on his good side?” Carver asked.
I shook my head. “No!” I snapped a little too harshly, wincing when he cast me an icy glare that made the blood freeze in my veins. “Sorry,” I said quietly. “No. I really was worried. She’s innocent in all of this. Her only affiliation is through Blink. Should she have to die just because she’s in love with an outlaw? Because I don’t think so.”
Blink looked at Carver, and like familiar friends—like brothers—they exchanged a whole conversation without saying a word. Blink suddenly stood and nodded once at Carver before looking at me. “I’ll decide what to do with you in a bit. But you have my word. We will not harm you.”
With that, they left the basement, the light turning off again.
They wouldn’t hurt me… but did they mean they would let someone else?
A tear tracked down my cheek.
I should’ve just minded my own fucking business and stayed home.
3
Carver
Blink cleared his throat once we were all seated at the table in the chapel, drawing our eyes to him. “The girl doesn’t know anything. That much was clear when she was talking. As terrified as she is, she’d spill anything if she thinks it’ll save her life.”
“Well, what the fuck now?” Grit grunted, leaning back in his chair and scratching at his beard, his expression filled with agitation. “We can’t do shit with that.”
“We know the Lockheart MC is looking to take us all out, and they want a confirmed kill on Lindsey,” I spoke up.
Carter scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Like fuck are they getting either of those.” He lifted his beer to his lips, his fingers stained with grease from working on a busted-ass truck he bought to fix up.
“She’s afraid,” I said, looking at Blink. He nodded in agreement. “Her old man’s got her spooked. She looks like an imprisoned bird that just escaped for the first time.”
“And you’re telling me that instead of running, she came here to enemy territory, where she could be killed, to check if Lindsey was okay?” Carter shook his head, pursing his lips. “I don’t know whether that makes her brave or stupid.”
“Probably a mix of both, to be honest,” I admitted. Grit snorted.
“I’m not comfortable sending her back,” Blink admitted. “Derrick Lockheart is gonna wanna know where the fuck she went, and that girl is a shit fuckin’ liar.” He wasn’t wrong. “And even if I did want to get her the hell out of here, Lindsey would have me sleeping down here on the couch for a week if I did.”
Yeah… she would. She had Blink by the fucking balls. Hell, that woman had mad respect from all of us, and we loved her. She was sweet and had the kindest fucking soul I’d ever come across. Hell knew why she wanted to shack up with a bunch of rough-around-the-edges outlaws, but she did. And she was in love with one of the worst of ‘em.
“What do you suggest we do with her then?” Grit asked. “Don’t want her running around up here with the rest of us. I don’t trust her yet. She might be a tiny little thing, but she’s obviously got a big fuckin’ mouth.”
“Neither do I,” Carter said, agreeing with Grit. “So, what’s the plan, brother?”
Blink looked at me. I sighed because I already knew what was coming, and I didn’t want the fucking responsibility. “You brought her here. Your problem.” I scowled at him. “Babysit her until we know what to do with her. Lindsey should be whipping up dinner. Make sure Jennifer eats and gets some fluids in her.”
“I don’t want to be stuck on fucking babysitting duty,” I growled, crossing my arms over my chest. “Send her back to her father.”
Blink shook his head and pushed back from the table. “No. Do as your told. Church adjourned.”
“Asshole,” I muttered. I knew Blink heard me, but he chose to ignore me. I sneered at his back and pushed back from the table as well.
“Sucks to be you,” Carter sing-songed as he walked from the room, tossing his empty beer bottle into the trashcan by the door.
I curled my lip up at him in a snarl. “Fuck off, dimwit.”
He snickered and left the chapel. Grit clapped a hand to my shoulder. “Maybe he won’t keep her around for long, brother.”
God, I fucking hoped not.
The last thing we needed was the daughter of our enemy all up in our space.
Jennifer was quiet when I entered the basement, her head slumped with her chin resting on her chest. Upon closer inspection, I was a bit amused to find her asleep. But then, that also made me a bit angry on her behalf. Because the only people I knew who could sleep in such an uncomfortable position, especially when they had no idea if they were safe, were military and abuse victims.