Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“None of your fucking business.”
“Was it the club?” Maddie asked.
“No!” Bull snapped out the word.
“Trust me, darling, I wouldn’t allow them to fucking beat me,” Grant said.
Bull ran a hand down his face. “You should leave before I show you’re fucking wrong, or is this what you want? Another shot at leadership?”
“I don’t want your fucking patch.” He’d gladly beat the shit out of Bull, but for the patch, never. He didn’t fucking want it. Whenever he’d made a previous claim to the patch, it had been bullshit. He didn’t want it. All he wanted was for Bull to get the fuck out of his face.
“We’re all getting off track here,” Maddie said.
She raised her voice and as she did, Lindsey, his beautiful niece, began to whimper, and Grant immediately backed down. There was a baby in the room. His blood. He and Bull both stepped back, and Grant took a deep breath.
“According to Hellen, the club sent a guy to update the computer system. That’s who she gave access to. During that time, there’s a ten-minute delay in the footage. One moment the dogs are in the cage, the next moment it’s like they vanished.”
And seeing as he didn’t know anything the club was doing, he moved past Bull and left the shelter. He walked over to his truck and pulled out his keys.
“Grant,” Bull said.
He stopped. Should he ignore his brother? Turn? Should he do anything? Taking a deep breath, he turned toward his brother and looked at him.
Bull’s hands were open at his sides. “That was good work.”
“Did the club send a guy over?” Grant asked.
Bull shook his head.
“Then someone knows how we work and they know how to get into the shelter. Start with Ranford. He’s been the closest suspect we have.”
“He’s not into dogfighting.”
“Then someone close to him,” Grant said. “I don’t know, but if they’ve taken two dogs, they’re going to take more. You know it. I know it.” It was only a matter of time before they had a problem.
“Do you need some more guys at the kennels?” Bull asked.
“No, I’ve got that shit covered.” He opened his truck and climbed inside.
Grant was tempted to leave it like that, but he just couldn’t do it. Winding down his window, he stuck his head out. “Be careful,” he said.
He didn’t know who it was that could be threatening the club, but either way, he didn’t like it.
Pulling out of the animal shelter, Grant drove back to the kennels owned by the club. This time, Wanda was more than happy to get out of the truck. He opened the doors for her to go into the bed he’d purchased. He walked to the back of his truck, opened it, and pulled out some of the tools he stored.
He closed his truck and then went from door to door, changing all the locks, as well as the security codes. He worked throughout the day, until every single lock and code was changed. Once that was done, he sent a simple word to Bull. It was the one word they had agreed on years ago. The word Grant would send to Bull to warn him of the warpath his father was on—Carnage. Grant hadn’t used it in a long time, and he had to wonder if Bull would remember it. After all, it had been a long time ago.
He tapped his fingers against his leg as he waited for a response. One came in a few moments later and he picked up his cell phone, clicking on his brother’s name. A simple icon of a thumbs-up was shown.
Bull remembered their code. At least he had remembered fucking something. It didn’t make Grant any happier with him, but it was a start. Now, all he needed to do was figure out who would claim to be sent by the club.
Chapter Five
“Sweetheart, you shouldn’t eat that. It’s got way too much butter. Here, have some sprouts.”
Aria didn’t dare look across the table at her sister and her new husband. Ignoring the mashed potato, she picked up the sprouts and placed a few on her plate. Her mother looked at her with a smile.
Sunday lunch was a nightmare. She’d been able to avoid it for the past couple of weeks, but her parents had been insistent she attend today. Her sister was back from her honeymoon, so of course everything was now much better, and even more important. Her sister did look so happy and tanned.
Aria looked at the table and wondered what else she’d be able to eat. The roast potatoes were a no. Her mother would slap her hand away. There were carrots, so she picked them up. The stuffing was a no. There was not a lot of food. Her mother placed a few slices of beef on her plate and then a drizzle of gravy. That was all she was allowed. Beef, sprouts, and carrots.