Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
All eyes swing to me, and suddenly, I’m wondering if I should’ve gotten more details before offering up Sophie’s medical skills. What the fuck did I just do?
“You sure she’ll do it?” Ace asks without hesitating.
“I’m sure she will. Eventually, of course. She mentioned that she stopped by for help and didn’t get it.” My gaze never wavers as I watch my Prez.
“She got the help she needed, not the intel she felt she was owed.”
For years, it’s been instilled in me to follow orders, to do as I’m told, but this time, that training fails me. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means I gave her the help she was promised but not the info she requested. End of story.” He stares me down, silently daring me to question him further. “Be sure,” he says like an order. “I got a call from Doherty. He had a long conversation with her about people following her and trying to run her off the road.”
“What?” I was with her for the past two days, and she hadn’t said a word. Did that mean that she doesn’t trust me? Instantly, I want to rush back to her, but right now, I can’t. “She didn’t say a fucking word.”
“I’m not surprised,” Ace offers, his voice calm and even. “She was pretty upset when she left here, and that’s when someone followed her home and sat there all night, never mind the phone calls.”
Phone calls? I stand, eager to rush back to my woman. “I have to go to her, make sure she’s safe.”
“Because she’s having your baby?” Dix asks the question rather than Ace.
“Yeah, that’s part of it.” The other part is my and Sophie’s business as soon as I get around to telling her just how important she’s become to me.
“For now, I need to get to her and bring her ass over here.” I wait for Ace to give me permission to leave Church, and he doesn’t. My arms and legs are tingling with worry while I hurry up and wait.
“Finding someone to get rid of Rojas is our top priority.” His gaze turns to me. “Find out if we can rely on Sophie to help first. Your personal shit comes second.”
“Got it.” She’s pissed, but I know she’ll do the right thing for the MC because she’s a good person who won’t let innocent people get hurt just to prove a point. “Can I go now?”
“You have two hours,” Ace says in a low voice. “And Lucky is going with you.” At my frown, he shrugs. “Lockdown.”
Fucking lockdown.
There’s nothing I can do about it. Ace made the order. All I can do is get my woman and make sure she’s right where she belongs.
At my side.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Sophie
After spending the most incredible weekend with Tank, I’m floating on cloud nine. I’m in a bubble of happiness that no one and nothing can penetrate. Not my current unemployment, my swollen ankles, my constantly full bladder, or anything else that comes my way.
Despite my precarious situation, I’m happy. I’m confident as I run errands that nothing is possibly going to ruin my love high.
Shit. Is this love? I can’t deny that I’m feeling a big case of the loves, but that’s for me to enjoy…and talk to Tank about later. He accepted my refusal to come to the clubhouse with him pretty well, but I’m not naïve enough to think that’s the end of us talking about it. Something odd is going on, and I’m sure we’ll eventually have to talk about it in a real conversation.
But for now, there’s plenty of adulting to do. My first stop is yet another doctor’s appointment to check my blood pressure and make sure everything is progressing as it should with the baby. It is, and I walk out of the medical building feeling great. The baby is a healthy weight, everything looks normal, and I have an envelope in my purse that says whether we’re having a girl or a boy.
I can’t stop smiling as I slip behind the steering wheel and head to the pharmacy, and then the grocery store, because feeding a giant of a man like Tank for two days straight pretty much emptied my fridge and my cabinets. It’s no big deal. I plan to stock up again just in case he finishes his MC business early and drops by to say hi.
Or something.
The store is almost empty, aside from a few old timers stocking up on sale items, so I take my time, reading ingredients to make sure I get the most nutritious choices for me and the baby. The money Shades gave me has come in handy, and I’m grateful as hell for the assistance.
“Honey, can you grab that can of peaches for me?” An older woman smiles at me with her request.