Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
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Razor
“What do you think boss?” Colt asks me and I look at him, as the three of them sit
“Can we trust a teenager who was listenin' in on a conversation her daddies havin’ with his cop friends” Nash asks me
“I don't know but we should call Church for the mornin” I tell them
“I don't think that's a good idea” Nash says and I look at him
“Why the fuck not?” he shakes his head
“Look, we don't know who it could be”
“You callin' one of the Brothers a rat” Tiny asks standin' up
“I don't know Tiny, it could be you for all we know” Stryker and Colt stand up and I feel a headache comin’ on
“The fuck did you just say?” Stryker says
“Calm the fuck down and sit, all of you” I tell them getting' more fucked off
“Razor” Tiny says, I take a deep breath looking at the men around the table and the Prospect standin' in the doorway, I look at Jordan.
“What do you think?” I ask the Prospect, he stands up straight a little surprised I’d ask his opinion
“Could be all bullshit”
“How so”
“Well the dad knows the daughter’s friends with Zoey, who's apart of the club”
“And”
“Why not let the kid over hear a conversation that's about the club, she tells Zoey, Zoey tells us and where focusin' all our energy into lookin' for a rat and not this Zane asshole”
“Plausible” I say and the others nod in agreement
“Nash get Cuff to check the cop out before we make a move, I want all my basis covered and if this Zane fucker has anythin' to do with it. I want that fucker found and found now” I tell them all this Zane fuck is becomin’ my business and no one wants that, but I guess Bella Mae hasn’t had a good fight in a while.
“Boss we've been lookin', he's a ghost” Stryker tells me
“Call in Nico see if he can help find this Zane fuckhead, he’s just pissin' me off now and get the cop checked out, Now I'm goin' home to my women” I tell them all
Chapter Thirty-Three
Zoey
I'm sitting on my bed reading a book when theirs a knock at the door “Yeah” I call out and Niya opens the door and steps in she has on a purple halter skin tight dress on and strappy silver shoes (totally stealing those) “Wow Niya you look good” she smiles her and Colt are going to the clubhouse tonight for his birthday celebration
“Thank you I just came in before we head out”
“Have a good night” I tell her
“Will do, anyway Logan's down for the night and Jordan is in the lounge room watching TV” she says and I frown at her
“Jordan's here” she nods
“Niya I don't need a babysitter” I tell her sounding annoyed what fifteen-year-old needs a baby sitter where the ones usually doing the sitting
“I know you don't, but with Zane still out there I'll feel better knowing he's here” I roll my eyes at her feeling exasperated the sooner they find Zane the better (but you won't get to see Jordan everyday)
“Fine but I'm totally stealing your shoes” I tell her and she laughs
“Deal” I smile and get up and follow her out to the lounge, Jordan is sitting on the sofa watching TV
“Ok I've pumped a few bottles for Logan” I cringe looking at her
“Gross Niya” she smiles
“Theirs bottles in the fridge for Logan if he wakes up, but I think he should be out for the night. Jordan said he's going to order pizza, do you want me to make something really quick”
“Niya I know how to feed myself, go” I tell her and Brandy threads her arm through Niya's arm
“Jordan's got this” Brandy says and Niya looks at him
“Ok ok let’s go” the three of them head out the door and I go over and sit next to Jordan and see he's on Tinder, that surprises me and annoys me at the same time
“Looking for a girlfriend” I ask him and he frowns at me
“I don't do girlfriends” (ok)
“Then why are you on Tinder?”
“Don't you know it's rude to look over peoples’ shoulders” he says sounding annoyed (god he’s always so pissed off)
“Sorry, god” I stand up and head back to my room, I'm in the for over an hour when there’s a knock on my door “What?” I call out and he opens my door and just stares at me, after I came to my room I changed into my pajamas’ shorts and t-shirt with cupcakes on them
“Nice pj's” I look down and cringe I wasn't wearing a bra and grabbed a pillow to cover myself “Pizza's here” he says and walks off. I grab one of my hoodies and walkout the smell hits my nose and my mouth waters. I sit on the sofa as far on the other side of it as I can and grab a slice, the cheese all gooey and mouthwatering. The first bite is an explosion on my tongue and I moan, Jordan turns to me smiling (oh god his smile) “That good huh” he asks and I blush (go back to your room) the longer I'm with him the harder it is. I dream about him all the time but I know nothing will happen, I'm fifteen he's twenty-One plus Colt would kill him. I nod my head and he turns back to the TV watching MMA, I know he loves it he even fights sometimes. We sit in silence the only sound coming from the people on the screen, the people on the screen cheer for the fighters and I wonder what it would be like to go and watch one of Jordan's fights and then I feel a little sick I don't think I could watch him being hit.