Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
She was getting tired of having the finger pointed at her like this was her fault. It wasn’t.
Tabitha stopped.
“Yeah, Tabby, I know all about what he plans and that he— Trust me, if he needs to blow off steam, then the best place for everyone is him in the Nomads.”
“Daisy, what the fuck is going on?”
She sighed. “Nothing.”
“You’re lying. Stop lying.”
“Look, it’s Christmas—”
“Screw the fact that it is fucking Christmas and tell me.”
“He wants to kill them,” Daisy said, finally snapping at her friend, but she made sure her voice was lowered so no one heard.
Tabitha went silent, as Daisy knew she would, but it wasn’t going to be over. No way would it be over.
“Kill who?” Tabitha asked.
“Who do you think?” Daisy asked.
“Monster Dogs?”
“Yeah, the entire club. Anthony wants to take them out. Kill them all. He is even convinced that Miles is on his side. He plans to. He is making a decision about going to Lash or just handling it himself.” Daisy shrugged. “And he wants me to accept that.”
“Oh.”
“So, in a way, it all comes back to you.” Daisy gritted her teeth and tried not to cry. She refused to shed another tear.
“Daisy, I have, this is, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
And she wouldn’t tell her best friend that she was a little jealous of her. No, scrap that, a lot freaking jealous, and she hated herself for it. Anthony and Tabitha had always been close, and she knew deep down that they were just friends, but a part of her had to wonder if Anthony was in love with her.
“Anthony believes the whole club has to go. The fact we’ve had any kind of association with them in the past few years, he doesn’t like it. What he doesn’t know is if his dad is in agreement. Each time he sees Luke, he wants to kill him. That’s why Anthony and I are not doing well at the moment.” Because it was all that he talked about. He wanted her to help him plan it, and she refused.
Daisy had tried for a long time, a very fucking long time, to ignore a part of her. The side of her that didn’t mind getting her hands dirty. She could fight. She wasn’t afraid of hurting people, and that scared her.
She had to wonder if the few years she spent with her parents were the cause, or if this was just who she was, which was why she fit in with The Skulls. In the past few months though, she had to wonder if Michael was right. She was an outsider. That she’d never fit in.
“He doesn’t think I’m being a good friend to you by not wanting to kill a whole bunch of people.” Daisy glanced at the dishes, but she needed some fresh air. “Excuse me.”
Chapter Eight
Angel stood at the edge of the main clubhouse and smiled. Everyone was having fun. She spotted Lexie and Devil dancing, as well as Tiny and Eva. Lacey and Whizz were also wrapped around each other.
In fact, pretty much all the couples were on the dance floor wrapped around one another.
So far, there had been no arguing. No crossed words. No jibes. Just a bunch of people having fun. The kids were dancing as well, which she liked.
She noticed Daisy wasn’t around, but Anthony was. He sat at the bar, glaring at everyone and everything.
Hands wrapped around her waist, and the scent of Lash surrounded her.
“Hello, beautiful,” he said.
“Are you hating it?” Angel asked.
“No, and you can stop asking me that. I’m not going to hate this. You were right.”
Angel sighed. “I’m always right.”
“Yeah, you are. It’s good to have everyone here. Just wish there were some that were still here.”
She nodded, feeling a sadness envelop her.
They had lost a lot of people along the way. Some they had never even gotten the chance to meet. She placed her hands on top of Lash’s where they rested on her stomach. Their very first child. She had not been able to bring it to term. The club had been under attack at the time.
“Don’t,” Lash said.
“I know. Don’t worry.”
“I can never lose you,” he said.
“You’re not.”
She looked around the room, seeing Anthony first, then Chloe, and finally coming toward Connor.
Her three babies. Their children.
“Can you believe we made them?” Angel asked.
“When they’re behaving, I think they’re yours through and through, but when they’re not, they’re all mine.”
She couldn’t help but giggle. Spinning in his arms, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You always claim to be a bad boy, but you and I both know you’re not.”
He shook his head. “And you, babe, are far too trusting. Have you forgotten how I finally won you over?” His brow was raised.
Angel chuckled. “I think showing me who you really are did that. You being you is what made me fall in love with you.”