Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Frustrated, I toss my phone down, refusing to call Knight again. I flop back on my bed and throw my arms over my face. I wish I were more like my sister and brother, but I’m not.
I never knew how sheltered I had been until starting my job at the DOJ. The deeper I got into the job, the more I saw how much my mother and father shielded me from.
“I’m a fucking punk,” I mutter.
Honestly, I’d be okay with that if it weren’t the biggest thing keeping me from the man I love. However, self-preservation wins out every time when it comes to Knight.
“Something isn’t right, but do I really want to know?”
I catch a chill even as I speak the words.
CHAPTER 38
No Promises
Knight
I stand at the foot of the bed watching her sleep. I’m exhausted and still wound tight from all I’ve learned about the shooting and Broker. So many things align.
I understand why the Lost Souls let me get close. They’ve been looking for an opportunity to expose the Falcons and Broker. Bunch of dumb bastards.
With the Lost Souls going completely legit, the Falcons have no real competition. However, Lost Soul territory is all off-limits and that’s a lot of prime real estate.
I push all that shit to the back of my mind and start to strip out of my clothes. I’ll be dealing with all of that soon enough. Rem stirs and sits up as I get my things off and get ready to climb into bed with her.
“You don’t think you’re getting in this bed, do you?”
She pulls the sheet around her, wrapping up like a burrito. I don’t want to fight with her, but I can see she’s pissed off at me. I meant to call her, but the impromptu meeting at my apartment took longer than I expected.
“Rem, I can explain.”
“Yeah, maybe tomorrow. You can call me then. I’ll answer if I have time.”
I purse my lips and place my hands on my hips. I’m not driving home tonight. I’m exhausted and I want her in my arms.
“I’m sorry that I couldn’t take your calls. I had some shit that I needed to handle, and I couldn’t afford the distraction,” I say tightly.
“Well, don’t let me distract you from taking your ass home.”
Her little nostrils flare, and her eyes narrow on me. I can’t believe how much shit has changed since this morning. I shove my hands in my hair and tug. I’m so fucking frustrated.
“Baby, I’m hanging on by a thread. Please, give me a break.”
Her gaze searches my face. I don’t know what she finds, but her eyes soften, and she gives a small nod. I sigh in relief and climb my tired body into the bed.
However, Rem won’t lay down beside me. She remains sitting upright. I shove a hand through my hair and blow out a breath. I need her more than she knows.
“Rem, I said I’m sorry.”
“I heard you.”
“Come here,” I coax, tugging at the sheet. She doesn’t reply or move. “Rem, baby, come here.”
Still no movement. I sit up and ease the sheet from around her. Gently, I place kisses across her shoulder.
“Be honest with me, and I’ll lie down with you.”
“I’m always nothing but honest. You know this.”
“Is your life in danger?”
I answer without hesitation. “Yes, but I’m handling it. That’s why I couldn’t answer my phone.”
Her shoulders sag. “What’s going on, Knight?”
I pull the sheet down and place my hand on her waist, rubbing my thumb back and forth on her smooth skin. Placing a kiss on the top of her head, I try to pour all my love into her.
“While a member of the Lost Souls MC, I helped the LA Prez find and recover his old lady and daughter. Long story. I also protected the Georgia and South Carolina Prez’s wife and kids from some shit I stumbled into.
“All things we believe were orchestrated by a member of the Falcons MC. A member who’s also an ATF agent. He needs me dead. He was the one who shot me in the back eight months ago, in a warehouse that belongs to the Lost Souls. He wanted to pin the murder on them.”
“Oh my God, are you serious? Can you guys prove this? He can be prosecuted,” she rattles off sounding like the attorney I used to know.
“We have proof. I built a case on the Falcons. We have everything we need to take them down with my testimony and the evidence I provided. If I’m dead that case falls apart and then he can pin my death and God knows what else on the Lost Souls,” I explain.
“That’s bullshit,” she gasps, turning slightly to face me.
“I know. But that shit’s not happening on my watch. I told you, the Lost Souls that I know are good men. They may have had dirty hands in the past, but I found nothing while I was among them.