Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Trigger wasn’t wrong. Gabriel had been part of a rival club that’d partnered with the Russians. He’d been abused and neglected, treated worse than a dog. He’d been sent on a job to “make him a man” basically, but Tango had caught him and the guy he was with. When Scorpion realized Gabriel was basically innocent and just trying to survive a shitty, abusive father, he told Tango to take him home.
It hadn’t taken long for Tango to make Gabriel his own after that. That man would stand ten toes down for Gabriel, and he’d turn his back on this club in a fucking heartbeat if it meant protecting his boy.
“So… Halo and Gidget,” Geek muttered. He sighed heavily. “Great.”
“Stop being so fucking dramatic,” Johnston snapped, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. I smirked, amused. Geek was overdramatic as fuck, the biggest tech geek I’d ever met, and the smartest mother fucker in the world, if anyone asked me. I loved being around him. He never bit his tongue, and he made it known when he wasn’t happy about something.
“Blayke and Geek, I need you two packed and ready to hit the road tomorrow after Alejandro gets here. He didn’t give me a time. Said he needed to wrap something up first.”
“Sure,” I said, shrugging one shoulder. “We done here?”
“Yeah,” Johnston said, grabbing his gavel. “We’re done here.” He slammed it on the table, then pushed his chair back to stand.
“Prez, can anyone but Gidget and Halo be paired together?” Geek tried one more time. He knew he was pushing his luck, especially since Johnston’s patience was practically non-existent, but Geek didn’t give a fuck.
Johnston growled low in his throat as he stormed toward the door. “Geek, fuck off,” he snapped before leaving the chapel.
I clapped my hand to Geek’s back as he neared me. “It’ll be fine,” I assured him.
He sighed. “Halo doesn’t know how to shut his mouth, and Gidget’s fuse is very short. This will just be stressful and problematic.”
“Could also be entertaining,” I told him as I headed for the door. “Keep an open mind.”
He snorted. “Open mind, my fucking ass.”
2
Blayke
“What the fuck is going on?” I asked when I made my way out of the hall my room was located down. I’d just finished packing. Despite Johnston’s orders to pack the night before, I couldn’t be fucked to do so and put it off until this morning. Besides, when church had rolled around, Johnston still hadn’t heard anything from Alejandro, so I knew I had time to get my shit together.
“Some woman is on the lot. She demanded to speak to Johnston,” Aaliyah said, not even trying to hide the fact that she was watching. She had the blinds open and the fucking window pushed up so she could hear every word being said.
I snorted. “Eavesdropping?”
She scoffed. “Of course, I fucking am. Who would I be if I didn’t? Some random woman is trying to talk to my man.”
I laughed because she wasn’t wrong. Aaliyah was the queen of this entire club for a reason. Even if Johnston did have a problem with her being nosy, he more than likely wouldn’t say a fucking thing to her. Hell, I’d place money on it that the woman could shoot him, and he’d more than likely thank her. She got away with everything.
Walking to the clubhouse doors, I opened them up, then stepped outside. The sky was thankfully overcast because I’d forgotten my shades inside my room.
I fucking hated having to squint. It gave me a headache.
Johnston was shaking his head at the short, tiny woman standing in front of him. She was standing beside a gray and black Ducati Panigale V4, and her arms were crossed over her nearly flat chest as she glared up at Johnston without a hint of trepidation in her stance. Her shoulder-length pink hair was a mess from the wind, no doubt, and it looked like she’d traded her helmet for a backward ball cap.
She was easily the hottest fucking woman I’d ever laid my eyes on. A woman who could stand toe-to-toe with one of the most dangerous men I’d ever known and not even bat a fucking eye?
Goddamn, my dick was hard.
“You know shit doesn’t work like that in my club?” Johnston asked her, clearly agitated. “You don’t just come up here and demand an opportunity to prospect. And women don’t have a place in this club, girly. Ain’t got time for your soft-hearted bullshit.”
“Girly? Who the fuck you callin’ girly?” she snapped at him, straightening her spine. I grinned. Oh, she was fucking trouble, and damn if I didn’t want to know just how much trouble she was. “I’ll rip your intestines out through your mouth and shove them up your ass since they’re obviously located in the wrong part of your body with all that shit comin’ out of your mouth.”