Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 142818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“You don’t know that,” I argued.
“Yes, I do,” she retorted in a whisper.
Colby came outside, giving me a chin lift.
“I’ve got to go, baby,” I told her. I fucking hated knowing I wouldn’t hear her voice, but I was hungry to feel the death of the man who’d hurt her. Hurt her friend.
“Okay. Will I see you? Before you go?” Her tone was hopeful. Vulnerable.
Fuck. I’d been cruel to her. Said shit I didn’t mean, shit that still haunted me, yet she continued to speak to me with that soft tone.
I looked to Colby. He knew shit was happening between us, yet he hadn’t said shit. I didn’t think he’d say shit. Though he was loyal as fuck to the club, Violet was his friend. Saying anything to anyone would hurt her, and he knew that.
“Maybe,” I said, not wanting to make a promise to her I couldn’t keep.
“Okay,” she mumbled, unable to hide the disappointment in her voice.
It hit me square in the chest.
“Ice your hand, baby,” I told her, remembering how red and angry it was.
“I will. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I shoved the phone in my cut.
“Ready?” I asked Colby.
“Ready,” he bobbed his head.
Wire in the Amber chapter got us all the details on the fuck who hurt her friend. We watched the place for the rest of the night, waiting for the right moment to go in.
It wasn’t hard to break into the fancy apartment he was stayin’ in. The place was a mess of booze bottles and pills. He did the job for us, really.
As much as I itched to make his death long, painful and bloody, we had to be smart about it. There couldn’t be any questions about the cause of death. No reason to look outward, especially after Violet getting in a fight with him the night before.
Wire fucked with the security cameras in the apartment complex so no one saw us come in. No one saw us leave either. Cause of death would be ruled an overdose. No one would question it. No fingers would point to Violet. Especially since the club’s lawyer had already managed to get charges brought against him and the cops who didn’t take the statement in the first place.
Tragic story of a rich boy who knew he was facing time in prison and took the coward’s way out.
“Wish we could’ve made it last longer,” Colby complained as we got in the SUV we’d parked down the street. Bikes were much too loud. We weren’t wearing our cuts either. I trusted Wire to make sure we weren’t caught on any cameras, but it was always better to make sure no nosy citizen could identify us.
“Yeah,” I agreed, getting in the car.
We didn’t speak until I made a turn that took us the opposite way rather than back to the Rhode Island clubhouse.
“We’re making another stop,” I informed him.
“Yeah?” Colby asked, checking his clip.
“Cop who brought Violet out,” I said. “Had his hand on her. In a way that was personal. Didn’t like the way he looked at her.”
Colby’s jaw was clenched. “He the one she punched?”
I nodded. Because Violet did not only attack a rapist, she punched the cop who apparently didn’t take her friend’s report seriously.
Colby grinned. “She’s very vocal about how the club needs to open the patch up to women… She’d make a good first member.”
Violet had not hidden how despicable she found it that the club’s only roles for women were club girls or Old Ladies. She did not understand the power both sets of those women held. But it also amused the fuck out of me to watch her duke it out with Hansen about the long-established rules of the club, rendering him speechless once she was done with him.
“She’d make a good Old Lady too,” Colby added, looking at me.
My hand tightened on the steering wheel. “No more fucking talking.”
Colby didn’t say another word. He didn’t have to. The damage was already done. He’d said out loud what I’d been thinking since I tasted her lips.
My gun at his temple woke him up.
I smiled at the terror in his eyes. “You’ve got two choices,” I informed him. “I kill you right now, and trust me, that would be my choice.” My trigger finger itched. “Or you can live by packing whatever shit you can pack in the next five minutes, and never come back here. You try to do anything stupid, we’ll know.”
Wire had already hacked into every account this fucker had. Already had him under surveillance. It was not an idle threat. They never were.
I pressed the gun in harder. “I know you owe a lot of people money. Know you like to gamble. Know you like your girls young. Barely legal.” My teeth grinded at that little gem Wire had unearthed from his search history.