Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“Blame it on Sheriff Dewey,” I told him. The officer snorted. “He’s the one that always brings me here. Otherwise, you guys would never have to see my face.”
“We would all be very pleased not to see it in here,” he assured me. “Believe me when I say that. I’m irritable for an entire week after I have to deal with your whining, complaining, and constant talking.”
I smirked. “You guys love me; admit it.”
He snorted. “Sweetheart, we fucking hate you.” I laughed – couldn’t help it. “You drive every single one of us up the wall. Dewey is the only person that gets pleasure out of seeing you in here. But even I could place money on it that he’d leave you be if he had to stay on overnight watch with you.”
“He’s an asshole that only thinks of himself,” I replied.
He snorted, but other than that, I didn’t get a response. I grinned. Looks like the boys didn’t like Dewey that much after all. I guess it made sense though. Dewey was a complete dick. All he did is arrest me, fill out paperwork, toss me in a holding cell, and then left me to someone else to deal with. I didn’t like cops, but what Dewey did was unfair to them. Maybe one day, the boys would have enough balls to stand up to him and tell him how they felt.
Then again, probably not, considering I still hadn’t had an officer get within ten feet of me since I started being arrested.
Fucking pussies. Sometimes, a woman really itched for a fucking bloody fight.
I just hoped tomorrow got here quickly. I was beyond ready to go home, get a decent shower, and fall asleep on a fucking decent mattress.
6
Travis
According to Nicholas’s phone call with Katie early that morning, Katie was getting her court hearing today.
And I had volunteered to come to the courthouse to pick her up. I had to get the fuck out of that clubhouse. I felt like it was suffocating me, too many dark memories rising to the surface.
It was making me more volatile than normal.
And though I knew Katie was trouble and could rile me up like no one else, she was a welcome pain in my ass. I was just hoping that she wouldn’t cause a huge scene and would just get on the back of my bike so I could get her back to the clubhouse. I needed her to pack her shit so we could get the hell out of this fucking town.
Something wasn’t settling right with me. I knew James Holland had never done business with the Black Skulls, and the longer I had pondered on that shit last night, the more I came to realize that hadn’t changed while I’d been gone. I would have gotten word.
Something shady and dark was at play, and I wasn’t sticking around to find out. And I certainly wasn’t leaving Katie behind to fucking be killed. Because I knew without a shadow of a doubt that she’d be dead the moment I rolled out of town.
Even more than that, I wanted to be gone before my old man rode in. I hadn’t seen him since I had gotten locked up when I was seventeen. Because of him, I spent three years in prison for attempted murder. Unfortunately, it wasn’t against his traitorous ass. He had sent me on a gun run, and the night before we were due to be home, we stopped at a bar. A fight broke out between the Black Skulls and another club. I was forced to defend myself.
However, during my fight with the old drunk, I’d ended up blacking out from my rage and almost killed him. The bartender had to call 911 to get him help, and when the cops came to the clubhouse after I got home, my dad handed me over without a single fight.
Loyalty was supposed to be everything in a club; we were fucking family. Turning your family in was a traitorous move, and no one expected it from their president. But that hadn’t stopped my father from turning me in to “save the club”.
Our brotherhood was supposed to be an all-or-nothing type of thing, but that old fucker just proved that family didn’t mean shit if your own ass was on the line.
I watched as Katie sauntered out of the courthouse. She was wearing what she had been arrested in yesterday, and she still looked as fine as she did then. I’d fuck her right here on my bike if I wouldn’t get arrested for indecent exposure.
She searched the parking lot for her ride, and her eyes narrowed when they landed on me. She walked towards me, her fists clenched by her sides. I sighed. I really didn’t have the patience for her attitude right now. I was running on a short fuse, especially after thinking about shit that was better left buried in the back of my mind.