Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 126840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
But they were now good. Brothers happy. Most of them married and making babies. Businesses raking in a shit load of money. Everyone fat and sassy.
They dipped their wick in things every once in a while, just to keep sharp.
But Rush didn’t want his brother, Jagger, worried, and Core got that. Jagger worried would mean his blood brother, Dutch, would get worried, which in turn would mean their stepdad, Hound, would get worried.
Jagger and Dutch could make a man who could look after himself stand up and take notice.
But no one in Denver, or maybe the whole Rocky Mountain region, wanted Hound worried.
Dustin “Hardcore” Cutler could handle himself, but the thought of Hound pissed off and pushed into protection mode gave even Core a shiver.
His entire club had learned that the hard way.
So Rush called Beck, the president of Core’s club, the Resurrection MC, and asked them to take point on lookout.
Even though this had been a total waste of a shit ton of time, it was an unwritten but unbreakable rule that Resurrection owed Chaos, and they would until all the members who did the base, shitty thing they did to a member of the Chaos family, were dead.
Core was one of those men who did that thing.
That meant now, anything Chaos asked, if it was within their power, they did it.
So Beck had offered the assistance of the Resurrection MC.
Now it had been weeks, and that trouble from Phoenix hadn’t showed. They all had things to do. So Beck and Rush had a chat and they decided, since the brothers were already planning on it, one more night, and then they were going to back off.
He wasn’t the only one from his club on Hellen. He shared her detail with Eight, Muzzle and Rainman, so that meant it was his luck he’d be on tonight when she got up to some dumb shit.
It started a couple of hours ago when he was kicked back with a brew and a bag of Bugles, it was getting dark, and she exited her place wearing all black, including enormous black shades, and the sun was almost down.
Plus, she had on sensible shoes.
The woman never wore sensible shoes.
Shit, even lounging at Fortnum’s two Sundays ago, she’d been wearing a sexy pair of those tall wedges.
She also had her hair up in one of those big buns at the top of her head.
Last, she was not carrying her ever-present designer bag.
She was carrying a pair of binoculars.
All this said to Core that whatever she was up to, she meant business, and not the right kind.
She headed to her car.
He tossed the Bugles aside, grabbed his keys and hauled ass to his truck.
He followed her as she picked up her friend.
Then he followed them to some house in Littleton.
After that, he sat on his ass and watched them watch a house from their car.
Incidentally, she didn’t make him following her, and he didn’t try too hard to hide it.
He had no idea why she dressed like a cat burglar to do this. Both of them were shit at surveillance, and they didn’t leave her car. The only time they made any attempt to hide was when they ducked after some dude came out of the house.
Core got a good look at him and noticed he was so pretty, it made Hellen’s castoff seem looks-challenged.
The man got into a shiny BMW and took off.
Obviously, they weren’t after him, because once he was gone, they stopped ducking but continued to sit and watch the house.
Core was getting fed up with it, he was about to jump out of his truck, go knock on her window and ask what she was doing, when both doors to her car opened and the women got out.
This was what made him talk to his windshield.
The friend crossed the road, head turning this way and that, keeping an eye.
Core felt it in his dick, though, witnessing how Hellen crossed the road.
She did it not only like she lived in that neighborhood and belonged there, but also like she owned it and all of Denver.
Jesus, that bitch was something.
They approached the house, and things went south immediately, at least they did for Core, because they didn’t walk to the front door and press the bell.
They headed toward the side hedge and disappeared down it, toward the back.
“God fucking dammit,” he muttered, threw open his door and angled out.
He was a noticeable dude, especially in a nice neighborhood like this, so he didn’t fuck around getting to the hedge.
It was now dark, and he kept to the shadows as he followed the hedge to the back of the house.
The friend was nowhere to be seen.
But Hellen was standing to the side of a big window, her back flush to the house, up on her toes, peering over her shoulder in the window.