Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Though the amount of women he’s ploughed through in the last few weeks, I’m guessing he is still a man whore and isn’t yet ready to settle down.
Can’t say I blame him.
Being a taken girl is hard.
“What happened to King?”
For a moment, Mykel looks confused. Like why the hell wouldn’t I know the answer to that question?
I go on before he can get suspicious. “You know I didn’t live here when he died. I never asked Alarick about it because I didn’t want to upset him but, you know ... I want to know all of it. Not just the basics.”
Mykel swallows his mouthful and thinks on it for a moment, before answering. “He got beat up real bad. Was drivin’ home and his car went off the edge of some big fuckin’ bridge. Found the car, never found his body.”
“They never found his body?” I question. “How is that so?”
“Heard he must have gotten washed out of the car, and fuck knows where he ended up.”
“How do they know he got beat up?”
“Said there was blood everywhere in the car, and it was his. Looked like it must have been that he was in a bad way.”
“Oh, I never realized,” I whisper.
“We figured if he made it out, he would have come home. He didn’t. So, we knew he was dead.”
Oh god.
If only they knew.
“What was he looking for?”
“The person who killed your momma, same as Mags.”
I glance down at my burger and say softly, “Do you think their fate is my fate?”
“Fuck no,” Mykel says. “You have the club on your side, and we’re not goin’ to let you get hurt lookin’ for that son-of-a-bitch. You gotta know that.”
Right.
“You’re not goin’ to go and look into this without us, are you?”
His voice is stern, and his face is hard. He knows me, well enough to know I’m thinking about it. I’m thinking about all the ways I can get this ball rolling, of all the ways I can track down this man who has brought on so much pain and horror in my family. He knows that I’m thinking about it, and I’m going over every way I can to figure this out.
“Briella,” he urges. “You don’t want their fate, then you gotta use your fuckin’ brain. You know that. You go in without us, you’re goin’ to end up hurtin’ yourself, or worse. Don’t be stupid.”
I look at him, and then nod. “I’m not going to be stupid.”
And I’m not, at least, not intentionally.
I’m not going to get myself hurt, but I am going to keep hunting this beast, this demon, this person who ruined my entire life. I’m going to do that with the club’s help, but I’m also not going to wait around for them to decide what the best method is. I’m going to dig deeper, on my own, until we can find a way around this.
“Good,” Mykel says, his voice firm. “We don’t need another dead body on our hands.”
He’s right about that.
We don’t.
Which is why I don’t plan on dying.
Not yet, at least.
“HOW ARE YOU FEELING?” Karen asks as we walk toward the club house a few days later.
“Better now I’m allowed out. I feel good, glad I can finally get my life back on track.”
“Have you all found out any more about Magnolia’s murder?”
“No, but they’re dragging their feet with it. I know Alarick didn’t want to get into too much while I was healing, but sometimes I think he’s purposefully trying to keep me away from all this.”
“You can’t blame him for that,” Karen points out. “After all, he has seen some pretty horrible things at the hands of whoever it is that’s doing this. He doesn’t want to see you in the same boat.”
“I know,” I sigh. “I just feel like the longer I leave this, the further and further it slips away from me.”
She reaches over and squeezes my shoulder, giving me an understanding smile before we step into the clubhouse. We walk through the main living area, saying hello to a few members, before rounding the corner to the pool room. There, on the pool table, is Cohen. Balls deep in someone, I can’t see who, because he has her bent over the table and is fucking her so hard it’s scraping across the floor angrily.
I stop, my mouth dropping open.
Karen gasps, and her hands fly up to her mouth.
We both stand there, watching for a little longer than we probably should, but it’s super hard to look away.
It’s hard not to stare at Cohen’s strong, rippled body and the way his ass clenches as he drives his cock into the woman on the table. It’s hard not to be almost fascinated by her whimpers of pleasure and occasional screams of joy.
It’s super hard to do anything but stare.