Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Avery had been more than helpful by snagging Lyric’s phone from her fingers, plugging in the guy’s digits, and shooting him a quick text so he had hers.
Dave had to be his real name because it certainly wasn’t a good stage name for someone making a living by taking off his clothes, rolling his oiled six-pack abs, and humping the air in his stuffed banana hammock.
It didn’t matter what his real name was, she wouldn’t be calling him since she had no interest in catching the guy’s balls in her catcher’s mitt.
It was late, Lyric was tired, as well as relieved they were finally heading north back to Shadow Valley.
She was tempted to take a nap in the back seat since Bri was driving and Avery was her co-pilot, but it would be hard to nap with their incessant chatter and the endless rotation of Lady Gaga, Rihanna, and Taylor Swift blasting from the car speakers.
Not to mention their off-pitch voices belting out the lyrics along with the artists.
Avery suddenly stopped singing and yelled, “Wait. Is that…”
Lyric sat up straighter and glanced out of the windshield. How fast was Bri driving to suddenly be behind four bikers riding in formation?
“Shit! That’s them!” Bri said, backing off.
They were on a tree-lined back road with no street lights, but the headlights had no problem picking up the set of patches on the back of their cuts.
The Twisted Souls MC.
Dread filled her stomach. Especially after those assholes ran her and her club sisters off the road, causing them to crash.
“We need to let Vi know. The Shadows are tracking the runs,” Bri told them.
Lyric leaned forward between the two front seats, keeping her eyes on the bikers ahead of them. “How do you know that?”
“I heard Chill talking to Gage. He’s helping out at the pawn shop until the dispensary is opened. They didn’t realize I could hear them.”
“Or you were eavesdropping,” Lyric hinted.
“Well, of course. Because,” Bri dropped her voice to low and grumbly, “club business ain’t women’s business.”
That made both Lyric and Avery laugh, despite their current situation.
“It’s much easier to get them to spill their business when they’re getting head,” Avery said.
Bri’s head spun toward her. “Wait. Who are you giving head to?”
Avery’s face went blank. “Nobody.”
“Bullshit,” Bri said.
“I’m just saying. If you want to know something, that’s all it takes.”
That’s all it takes? Even with her limited experience, giving head wasn’t the same as handing someone a stick of gum.
“Well, if you’re hooking up with one of the brothers, we can narrow it down. Since you’re related to both the Doughertys and the Jamisons, that leaves a limited pool for us to guess from.”
“Don’t bother because you’ll be wrong.”
Funny how Avery didn’t like it when the shoe was on the other damn foot!
“Why are we even discussing this right now when there are more important matters to deal with? Like getting away from these psychos,” Lyric scolded them. “Turn off at the next road.”
“No, we need to call Vi and give her the details,” Bri insisted.
“We can do that without pursuing.”
“We’re just observing.”
“All we need to do is tell her where, when, and how many. The Shadows can handle the rest,” Lyric reiterated.
“Ree, get your cousin on the phone,” Bri instructed Avery. “Put her on speaker.”
Avery scrambled to get her phone out, quickly snapping photos of the four-man formation in front of them. “Get closer. I want to get some video proof first.”
“Avery!” Lyric yelled, her heart leaping in her throat.
“Shh. I’m recording!”
This was not a good idea. All the Souls had to do was believe they were being followed and it could turn into a disaster.
“Bri, don’t get too close,” Lyric warned. “We don’t want to catch their attention.”
“They’re on two wheels. We’re on four this time.”
She asked Bri, “What does that mean?”
“It means if they try anything stupid, we’ll run them off the road.”
“Oh my God,” Lyric whispered.
“Okay, stay with them while I text the video and pics to Vi,” Avery told Bri.
The memory of how Piper looked after those assholes ran them off the road flashed before her eyes. Lyric and Bri were also injured and their sleds damaged, too. Bri should know better.
But then, Bri had never backed down from a fight. In fact, in the past, she’d never hesitated to start some shit of her own.
Lyric was actually surprised Bri hadn’t hunted down the Souls who took her out. The truth was, with the right training, she’d have made a great Shadow.
But she wasn’t. And they shouldn’t be doing this.
“Yo, cuz, got some news. Hang on, let me put you on speaker. I’m in the car with Lyric and Bri.”
“Doing what?” Vi asked.
“We’re on the way home. We went to The Pink—”
“Avery!” Bri barked at her.
“Holy shit,” Lyric whispered.
“Anyway, we’re heading north on…what road is this?”