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)
It wasn’t a bad idea, and it was fucking moronic.
Core turned his attention to Eight.
“I pretended I was her old man,” he explained to Core’s unspoken question, jerking a thumb to Marcy. “When they came out, told the dudes the women called me before they went to the house, but I wasn’t able to get there quick, so they were looking for someone to help. But I finally showed to change the tire. Then I stuck the spare with my blade, told the guys they’d lured out of the house we’d have to come back to fix the flat, rounded those two up, shoved them in my truck and they texted the other one. We swung around to get her and now we’re here.”
“I don’t know why you didn’t just change the tire,” Marcy noted.
“Because if he did, he couldn’t haul all your asses here so I could fucking lay you out,” Core bit off. “Marcy? You? Seriously? What the absolute fuck?”
She did a head-tilt shrug. “I tried, bro. There was no talking her down.”
He turned to the new girl. “So you fall for some guy’s line, he takes you for a ride, your friends look after you, and you pay them back by dragging them deeper into your shit?”
Her eyes grew huge, and her face got red. Marcy sucked in her lips, but Core wasn’t sure that wasn’t to hide a smile.
Hellen shifted closer to him and murmured, “Core.”
He looked down at her.
She was so close he could smell her perfume. He didn’t know what it was, he just knew he liked it.
Fuck.
Him.
“No, baby,” he growled. “You, all of you, could have been jacked up because of this chick’s choices. I’m not gonna keep my mouth shut so I won’t hurt her feelings. She’s gotta start thinking.”
“Can we talk privately?” she requested.
He wanted to talk very privately with her.
He wanted to take her to his house, bend her over his knee, throw up that pretty skirt of hers, and spank her until she couldn’t sit for a week without remembering his hand smacking her ass.
Then he’d fuck some sense into her.
That was out, so he debated the merits of being semi-private with her now.
He blew out a breath and moved to his truck.
When he stopped and turned to her, she asked, eyes on Nanook. “You have a dog?”
“You’re beautiful and you know it,” he said, putting effort into it coming out evenly.
Her gaze swung to him, and her lips parted in surprise.
“You can be cute, and you know it. You got spunk, and you know that too. You know a man is going to get a load of you, open his fly and offer you his dick as your lead. Warning, Hellen, I am not that kind of man.”
Now her cheeks were pink, and he wasn’t sure it was all anger.
“What are you ta—?” she started.
“Yes, I have a dog. Yes, he’s fuckin’ awesome. Right now is not about my dog. Right now is about you letting your girl lead you to making seriously stupid-as-fuck decisions that put your ass on the line.”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m a child,” she snapped.
“You act like a child, I’ll talk to you like a child.” He lifted his arm and jabbed a finger over her head in the direction of the Littleton house. “That’s teenage-girl bullshit and you know that too.”
“You’re aware, I don’t have to stand here listening to you lecture me.”
“We’re on this. Resurrection has taken this on. Do you know what that means?”
“I don’t know if I care,” she huffed.
“Jag tell you about our club?”
“I’ve heard you mentioned, I can’t say I paid a lot of attention.”
“We’re called the Angels of Death.”
Her eyes widened.
He got closer and dropped his voice lower. “Yeah, baby. We’re called the Angels of Vengeance too. You see, we got on a dark path a few years ago and did some seriously ugly shit. When we pulled ourselves out, as a club, we agreed our mission would be our penance. Nothing could make up for what we did, but we committed ourselves to a lifetime of seeking redemption. That means, if good was getting fucked over by bad, we go after the bad, and we fuck them good. You with me?”
She was holding her own, her eyes not leaving his, keeping her space even though he was in it, but she swallowed, and her voice held a thread of alarm when she said, “Yes. I’m with you.”
“So those fucks dick with your friend, it bothers you, I see that, you’re like all the other women we help. Your friend is too. And it’s without a doubt they’re fucking with more of you. I take it to my brothers, they vote, we take on her shit. I took it to my brothers. We voted. Reason Eight was there tonight is that we…are…taking…on…her…shit. Did I tell you they weren’t going to get away with it?”