Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
El Diablo’s lips thinned into a hard line. “My lovely Jezebel is feeling a bit vicious this afternoon.” After several seconds as he seemed to think about something, a slow, eager smile spread across his face. “I love it when she gets vicious.”
“And that’s my cue to get my jump kit ready.” Fury turned and headed to the door. “Go see to Holly, Jax. I’ll call you when I’m ready to leave for the interrogation. You can ride with me and Noelle.” Fury was the club doctor. During intense interrogations, he was called on to keep their subject alive. Sometimes it worked, others not. Fury told me once the theory was, if they didn’t need to be taken apart, El Diablo wouldn’t take them apart. I hadn’t really understood what he’d meant back then. I believed a person needed to think for themselves and not blindly follow orders. Now, I realized no one in Black Reign MC was blindly following El Diablo. They trusted their president to do the right thing because he’d proven time and time again he wanted what was best for the members of Black Reign. Not just the club in general, but the individual men, women, and children within the compound walls. They trusted him to say someone needed to be tortured because he’d earned their trust. So yeah. Dad was going to be OK with what was about to happen. I was too.
But first, I needed to go to Holly. El Diablo was also right that I didn’t need to spend any more time away from her than strictly necessary. Now, it wasn’t necessary.
Even given the gravity of everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours, there was a lightness in my soul. Holly… was mine. She always had been. I just hadn’t grown into my feelings and neither had she. She was right. We knew way more than enough about each other to make a definitive decision about our future together. And I knew without a doubt there was no future for me without Holly in it.
Chapter Eight
Holly
Mom took me to her and Dad’s house in the big compound that was Black Reign MC. I’m not really sure why they wanted to be called a motorcycle club other than that Uncle El, as I’d called him since I was four, liked to pretend to be normal. I suppose being known as an MC was better than being thought of as a bunch of rich people doing shady shit. While the latter might be more easily overlooked, I always had the feeling El Diablo liked looking the part of a leader of rough and rowdy bikers. He was essentially thumbing his nose at conventionality and inviting law enforcement to keep an eye on the club. Probably because he liked watching them try to puzzle out what the fuck was going on and not being able to figure it out. The truth was, Black Reign MC had more money and resources at their disposal than some small countries. All thanks to El Diablo.
Wrath, my father, was also District Attorney for Palm Beach County. As such, there was no way anyone was touching Black Reign from a legal standpoint. My mother met Vincent “Wrath” Black when I was four. I didn’t know the whole story, but the end result was my mother didn’t have to work two or three jobs to pay for my medical care. Didn’t mean I hadn’t given him shit. Even as a young kid I was full of piss and vinegar. Mostly, I think I’d wanted to see how far I could push him. The answer was pretty Goddamned far.
When he and my mother married, he’d adopted me the same day. Being a big-shot lawyer tended to pave the way, I guess. That and having access to a really good computer guy. I’d never known my biological father. As far back as I could remember, it was always Wrath. He was the only father I’d ever known, and he’d been a great one. My little sisters had him wrapped around their fingers as much as I did, but they were sneaky about it. I never cared if he knew what I was doing or not. He’d proven to be incredibly patient and caring with me, my sisters, and of course, my mother. Especially my mother. The only time he and I had ever had words was when I was a smart-mouthed teenager and I’d said something to hurt my mother’s feelings. I got it now. Sometimes, a woman needed her man to have her back, even with her own children.
Mom shut the door behind us, and I let her lead me to the bathroom. My father hadn’t followed us home yet, but I knew he’d be here soon. Probably with Jax right behind him.