Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Ally was the woman he didn’t want to give up.
He loved her. He couldn’t deny it.
She’d started out as a plaything, and he’d been addicted to her virginity, but it had soon advanced from there.
He wanted to keep her. There was no way he could be without her.
With his men at his back, he took the stairs leading him to the third floor. He slowed down so as not to alert the VP they were coming.
Once he stood in front of the door, Brick took the left, Reaper took the right. The rest of the men were tense and ready.
One.
Two.
Three.
He slammed his booted foot against the door and it flew open, crashing back as a woman screamed. Storming into the room, he caught sight of the naked woman scrambling to get off the man.
Her fake tits barely moved and the man himself was none other than the VP, who reached for his gun next to the pillow.
Lord fired and the man screamed as the bullet went straight through his hand.
The woman quickly wrapped a blanket around her. Her entire body was shaking. He caught sight of her clothes, and he grabbed them, throwing them at her.
“Get out,” Lord said.
The woman rushed toward him, taking her stuff, and then glanced back, biting her lip.
Lord pressed his gun to her head. “Do you want me to kill you?”
“He hasn’t paid me. Please, I don’t want to die. I’ve got children to support.”
Lord saw the man’s wallet, went to it, took out all the cash, and handed it to her.
She scampered out of the way.
He heard the unmistakable sound of one of his men slapping her ass as she left, along with her answer to call her.
This was why he didn’t think he’d ever be able to love a woman. But Ally was nothing like them. She’d entered his world and completely obliterated his idea of what he thought a woman should be like.
The VP sat on the bed and laughed. “You found me.” Perspiration dotted his brow.
Lord stared at him, not impressed by what he saw.
All he could think about was killing him. It would be easy. A single bullet to the head. It was what he knew. Between the cold, clean kill and the way the Skull Nation had pissed him off, he was ready to take them out, one by fucking one. He’d be happy to allow the streets to run red with blood. Relished the idea in fact.
Causing death didn’t upset him. He reveled in it.
Counting in his mind, he stared at the heavily inked man. The Skull Nation was a fucking menace. A disease. Toxic. No one would miss them from this world.
“Prez?” Brick asked.
The man on the bed started to laugh. “Have cold feet, Lord?”
“Where’s your prez?” he asked.
“As if I’m going to tell you.”
Lord took aim and fired. This time, the bullet went through the man’s arm. He fell back on the bed and screamed, blood splattered all over the white duvet.
He waited.
“Where is he?” Lord asked.
The man spat on the floor, sitting back up. “You think I’ll tell you?”
Another shot fired, this time in the man’s foot.
More howls of pain.
Lord was bored with this. He wanted this over with the Skull Nation. He didn’t believe for a second it would be over completely. Wherever there was a Skull Nation, there would be trouble. Wiping out the men at the top would stop them from coming after him.
He wasn’t willing to risk wiping out the entire club. It was a known fact another would take its place. While the Skull nation rebuilt, he’d be watching. He’d rather have a piece-of-shit club he knew than one he didn’t that could take him on and kill him.
“You know I could do this all day,” Lord said. “You’re not going to get out of this alive.”
The VP groaned. “I’m not a rat.”
Another shot, this time, he went hardcore and for the abdomen.
The son of a bitch screamed even louder.
Lord waited.
He had all night.
There was no rush for him.
He watched the blood as it spread out on the bed. His men stayed perfectly still. Three of them had their guns trained on the VP in front of them. The rest were outside keeping an eye out.
No one would call the cops. In this neighborhood, the sound of a gunshot meant to stay indoors and not get involved.
In the back of his mind, he kept thinking about Ally.
Her sweetness and goodness.
She deserved better than him.
I’m not giving her up.
He couldn’t give her up even if he wanted to. Bringing himself back into focus, he stared at the man and suddenly felt an overwhelming anger.
Lord put the safety on his gun and shoved it into the back of his jeans as he moved toward the VP. Grabbing him by his hair, he began to pull him off the bed.