Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
He’s tired.
We all are.
But we also know we don’t have what it takes to fucking bring down something that size. Not without being smart. We’re risking our whole club moving in and trying to take them on. Even if we bring in other chapters, it’ll start a war we might not be able to finish.
“What are our options then?” Mason asks. “Can’t be riskin’ the club, but we don’t have much time to prepare somethin’.”
“Could use Charlie ...”
All of us look over to Boston, who is still hanging onto that cigarette. He studies us all.
“He sees Charlie, he’ll kill Charlie,” I growl. “End of story. It’s not goin’ to happen.”
“He’s right,” Malakai mutters. “Can’t risk her. Not fair.”
“Then we’re back to square fuckin’ one,” Maverick grunts.
“We got prospects. Ones that nobody knows belong to us,” I say, getting fucking frustrated. We might not have much time, but my idea is the best fucking idea. “We can send them in to stir up shit. One to Benjamin, one to another big operation. All we need is a bit of information to cross, for them to fuck up a shipment and put it on the wrong turf ...”
“That’s an idea,” Malakai says. “If we can find out where a shipment is headed, and have it redirected to the other’s turf, it’ll cause a war without us havin’ to do a fuckin’ thing.”
“They don’t run around announcin’ where they’re sendin’ shipments, boss,” Mason growls. “They’re not goin’ to trust some fuckin’ newcomer with that kind of information.”
“Then we fuckin’ take one of theirs,” Malakai says. “Koda is right; Charlie knows names, we just need to get hold of someone, make them tell us what we fuckin’ need, and set it up. It can be done. It’s fuckin’ risky, but it can be done.”
“I think you’re settin’ yourself up for big fuckin’ failure,” Mason adds, shaking his head.
“What other fuckin’ options are there?” I bark. “Outside of us gettin’ killed. This man is goin’ to figure out we’ve got Charlie and he’ll be after us. We don’t have much time for anythin’. Right now we’ll be workin’ on keepin’ club members out of his fuckin’ way. He’ll have eyes on us. So, we can’t be fuckin’ around with shit. We need someone else in there.”
“So you’re goin’ to try and fuckin’ snatch someone from two very fuckin’ dangerous groups and hope one of them is goin’ to do as you tell them?” Mason roars back.
“If Charlie knows someone we can fuckin’ blackmail, then yeah, that’s exactly what we’re hopin’.”
“All right,” Malakai barks. “Enough. Fuckin’ enough. I need to think on this. Tonight is not the fuckin’ night to be doin’ this. You hear me? I’m goin’ inside, because at least those fuckin’ women know how to have a good time.”
He stands and leaves. A few minutes later, everyone else does, too. I sit at the fire, panting, my fists clenched. Fuck me. This is going to end fucking bad. I can feel it in my bones, and yet I don’t know how the fuck to go about it. Charlie could die. Members from this club could die. But all I wanna see is that motherfucker die a slow and painful death.
The world needs to be rid of him.
I stand after ten or so minutes, taking a deep breath, and walk inside the cabin. The moment I step through the door, I know something is wrong. Malakai and Maverick are having a heated discussion, waving a phone around. I take a step in and see Charlie rushing right toward me, only she’s not watching where she’s going. She’s running, her face pale, and she’s coming right at me.
My arms go up automatically and she slams into me so hard I’m forced to take two steps back to stop myself falling over. For a few seconds I focus on stopping myself from going ass over head, and then I pay attention to the girl clinging onto me. Her fingers are curled so tightly in my shirt her fists are white. She isn’t looking at me, her forehead is pressed to my chest and her body is dead still.
“Hey,” I say, hands moving to her arms and squeezing a little.
I don’t know what to fucking do right now.
She’s as stiff as a board.
“Koda,” she whispers. “I can’t let you go.”
Her fingers are locked into my shirt. So tight. And I know what she means. I know because I’ve felt that kind of fear in my life before, the fear that locks down your whole body and makes you seize up. You can’t free yourself from it—hell, you can’t even get your mind to work. Whatever just happened, she’s terrified.
I don’t make her move.
I just look up and say to Malakai, “What the fuck happened?”
He holds up a purple, sparkly phone. “Someone got hold of her number and has been ringin’. She didn’t think anythin’ of it, we didn’t fuckin’ think to take her phone. Started ringin’ again before, private number. She answered it, tried to hear who was on the other end ...”