Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Colt didn’t like it. “It’s dangerous.”
“So, we’ll have a couple of the guys keep their distance. It’ll be fine. I think Rosalie needs this.”
Colt snorted. He’d not seen her since the fucking diner. The little bitch had insulted his men and him. He wasn’t the kind of man to slap a woman. His mother had taught him better than that. Some of the men didn’t have an issue with hurting a woman, though.
“Honey, I’ve told you not to get too close,” Warden said.
“She is going to be part of this family.”
“She’s still an Evil Fuckers MC. She will never be part of this family.”
Kim chuckled and it was such an odd sound. Colt wasn’t used to his mother sounding so … scary.
“You’ve not told him?” Kim asked.
He looked toward his father in time to see his jaw clench.
“Told me what?”
“It’s nothing,” Warden said.
“Part of this deal with the Evil Fuckers MC, is that you and Rosalie have a baby, as soon as possible.”
“What?” Colt stood up, glaring at his father. He had been told that, but in truth, he had thought it was a fucking joke.
“Daemon demanded it,” Warden said. “His view is that relations can break down, and it’s never a guarantee. Children tend to tighten the bond.”
Colt shook his head. He had no intention of fucking her, let alone having her as the mother of his children. This changed everything.
“Daemon also claims that his daughter is a virgin,” Warden said. “He wants there to be proof on the night you’ve consummated the marriage.”
“We’re not the fucking mafia, Dad,” Colt said.
“I was going to talk to you about this.”
“We’re taking orders from them?” Colt asked.
Warden shook his head. “Daemon has agreed to allow us to run the next shipment through his turf. We’ll have safe passage. There will also be a guarantee for the next six months.”
“Providing he keeps his word.”
“In return, he wants proof this has happened.”
“What kind of man puts his daughter through this?” Kim asked. “She is nothing more than a pawn to him. No wonder Gabrielle is … she’s a very frightened woman.”
Colt didn’t give a shit about Gabrielle or Rosalie. He had to father a child with that bitch. Running a hand down his face, he tried to think. The shipment was of drugs they had agreed on over a year ago. Transporting the product had proven to be difficult. The only easy passage was through Evil Fuckers MC territory, and that hadn’t happened.
His father needed this to go through. Once they took the drugs, they would have the guns they needed. Tit for tat.
“Fine,” Colt said. “And have your damn hen party.”
“Will there be strippers?” Warden asked.
“I promise to keep my eyes closed.”
Colt had seen and heard enough. He stepped out of his father’s office and went straight outside into the night. There was a slight chill in the air. It was the first time the rain had stopped for the past three days.
“Hey, Colt.”
He turned to see Raine, one of the club pussies who was notorious for giving good head. He’d tested out her mouth a few times, but he wasn’t interested in her.
“What do you want?” he asked.
She stepped toward him, running her hand up his chest. “I know you’re going to be married soon and you must be tense with marrying the enemy. I can help take the stress away, Colt. I can make you forget everything.”
“Not tonight, Raine.”
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“I’m sure.”
Raine smiled at him. “Whenever you need me.”
He didn’t even look at her as she left.
His thoughts were filled with a raven-haired bitch who wouldn’t get the fuck out of his head.
Chapter Four
The bar was way too loud.
Rosalie dressed in a black dress, to which Kim had tutted. It was the only nice dress she had, and the one she was willing to wear on her hen night. She felt like she was going to a funeral. Her wedding was a death sentence.
As the past two weeks had rolled on by, she had felt the unmistakable clock of her life ticking. Each night as she lay alone, staring up at the ceiling or across at her clock, she couldn’t help but think about her future. Only, her future was uncertain. There was no guarantee.
Her life was going to end. She didn’t know when or how, but she had a feeling it would be at the hands of one of the MCs. She glanced over at Kim who picked up a shot and swallowed it down in one gulp, letting out a whoop as she did so.
Gabrielle smiled and clapped her hands. Her mother was happy and that was all that mattered to her.
“Are you okay?” Petal asked, getting in close.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“I love the outfit. You’re making your point.”
Rosalie laughed.
“You don’t want to drink?” Petal asked.
“Nah, not tonight.”