Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
His voice broke, but he didn’t have to say the words.
We all knew what had happened.
It took him a second to pull himself back together enough to add, “And when they’d had their fill, they slit her throat and left her to bleed out like some animal.”
“Damn, brother,” Torch muttered. “That’s all kinds of fucked up.”
“Yeah, it is.” He filled his glass once again as he grumbled, “And my father is letting them get away with it. I just don’t get it. Those motherfuckers deserve to burn for what they did to her, and he knows it.”
I could see the torment in Beckett’s eyes. He loved and respected his father, but he was clearly struggling with his father’s decision not to retaliate against the Assassins. It was a hard call, but I knew Preacher had his reasons for choosing not to go after the Assassins. And it didn’t matter that Preacher was his father.
He was the president of their chapter.
And his words reigned supreme.
“I know it’s tough, brother,” I started. “But in the club, we gotta follow the president’s rule even when we don't agree or when it goes against our personal beliefs."
Beckett frowned, clearly having some reservations. "But what if he's wrong? What if he’s taking the pussy’s way out?”
“First of all, your father is anything but a fucking pussy. He’s led that club through thick and thin, and because of him, you guys have grown to be one of the most notorious MCs in the south.”
“Yeah, but what kind of message does this send to those assholes.”
“Something tells me this thing isn’t over.” I tried to keep my tone calm and steady as I continued, "You gotta trust in his judgment on this, and if it is a mistake, then you will deal with it as a club.”
Beckett turned to me with a pained expression. “I was gonna claim her, man. She was my whole world, and they took her from me. How am I supposed to just let this go?”
“You take the time your father has given you here, and you do what you can to put it behind you.” I reached over and picked up the bottle of whiskey, slowly pouring him another drink. “It won’t be easy. It’s gonna take a lot of hard work, but eventually, the burn will start to fade, and you can move on with your life.”
“You actually sound like you know what you’re talking about.”
“Let’s just say I know a little something about losing someone you care about.” I shrugged. “Nothing as tragic as what happened with your girl, but it hurt nonetheless.”
“I’m being a real dick, aren’t I?”
“Nah, you’re good.” I motioned my head over to Smokey and the others as I told him, “We get it, and we’re glad you trusted us enough to tell us what happened.”
Beckett nodded, then finished his drink and stood. He wobbled a bit as he started for the door. Just before walking out, he turned to us and slurred, “You’re good guys... damn good guys.”
And with that, he disappeared down the hall. We’d all had our fill for the night, and after a brief goodbye, the rest of us dispersed and made our way home. The following day, I got up early and was about to head to the construction site when I got a message from Savage asking me and Torch to come by his place.
Back in the day, I would’ve questioned him or even given him hell about asking me to come over at such an early hour. But things had changed, and he was now my VP. You don’t question your VP and you certainly don’t give him hell, so I messaged Torch and told him to meet me there.
When I pulled up, I was surprised to find Londyn’s dad standing outside with Savage, but I wasn’t surprised to see that they seemed to be in the midst of a heated discussion. The two weren’t exactly on the best of terms.
Back when they were both a good bit younger, Londyn’s father managed to convince Savage to break things off with his daughter. Of course, her father never told her what he’d done. He didn’t approve of their relationship, and even when he saw how heartbroken she was over the breakup, he held on to his beliefs and his secret.
And he kept holding onto them even after she had Savage’s son. Five years had come and gone before the truth had come out, and they found their way back to each other. Since then, they’d been inseparable. Londyn and Dalton moved in with Savage, and they were becoming the family they were always meant to be.
But neither of them had forgotten the part Londyn’s dad had played in their initial breakup. It had been months, but they were still pretty unsettled about the whole thing. Londyn had kept her distance from her father, and until today, Savage had done the same.