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)
“You also need to keep us apprised so we’re prepared.”
Rage happened to agree with that. To a point. While they did need to be better about sharing info in the future, there would always be limits, whether the women liked it or not. “Yeah,” was all he said. “Wanna tell me how that all went down?”
“Which part?”
“How many fuckin’ parts are there? How ‘bout the part where one Soul was laid out cold and the other three were hurtin’ big time?”
“Did you ever think maybe our badass sisterhood isn’t an actual weakness?”
“Fuck no.”
She rolled her eyes. “Well, Avery and Bri went all badass biker bitches on them.”
Rage dropped his head and scratched the back of his neck. After a few forced breaths, he lifted it again. “And you?”
“I helped where needed.”
“Great,” he muttered. All he knew was that he could’ve lost her a second time.
The fuck if there would be a third.
“You have blood on you.”
He glanced down to see a few smears on his jeans. Probably from dragging the bodies and piling them up in the woods. “No shit.”
“What did you do?”
His eyebrows shot to the top of his forehead. “Me? They were goddamn bloody when we got there. We simply finished the job you women started.”
Lyric frowned. “Will that come back to bite the DAMC?”
Of course it fucking would. If the Souls found out it was them. “Disappeared the problem.”
“But will they tie it back to us?” He wasn’t sure if he should tell her about the Chinese family the Shadows were setting up. It was probably better to keep that shit under wraps for now. The less people who knew, the better.
“Don’t know,” he answered truthfully, his arms snaking around her again. He still didn’t know all the details of what happened between the Souls and the women before he and the Shadows arrived. “That don’t matter right now. All that matters is you’re okay,” he mumbled into her hair.
“I can’t breathe,” came muffled from between the flaps of his cut.
That almost made him grin, but he wasn’t in a grinning mood. “If you’re talkin’, you’re breathin’.” He tightened his arms around her even more. “For fuck’s sake, Lyric, that was dumb as fuck.”
“You’re not telling me anything I don’t know.”
“Whose idea was it?”
“We were simply trying to help Vi by getting the info to her.”
“And then what?”
“And then we got made.”
He blinked. “Made?”
“Isn’t that the term when someone is spotted?”
For fuck’s sake. “Yeah.”
She tipped her head back until they could see each other’s faces. “Do you have tracking devices on our phones and vehicles?”
“No.” While officially the answer was no, putting tracking devices in their phones and vehicles would be a good idea. He’d have to bring that up with the other club’s officers, as well as Vi’s crew.
“Then how could Vi track us?”
“The Shadows can track anyone carryin’ a cell phone or drivin’ a vehicle if they’re linked to a network. Not just you. Your cell phone’s a walkin’ GPS locator. Also, think ‘bout how services like OnStar work. Gotta go totally off grid to be invisible. Just be glad we could find your asses.”
“We did okay on our own.”
He blew out a breath to keep from combusting. The only thing keeping his shit together was holding her. “Gotta take this shit seriously, Lyric.”
“Believe me, I am…we are, but there’s a lot we’re kept in the dark about. That’s not helpful. Especially if there are threats to us and our family.”
“Will talk to Zeke ‘bout that.”
“Good. We deserve to be kept in the loop. If you’re going to say we’re a part of the DAMC, you need to act like it.”
Of course the sisterhood was a part of the DAMC, but pointing that out was unnecessary. The problem was once the women started their own MC, they thought they’d no longer be labeled DAMC property.
They couldn’t have been more fucking wrong. He wasn’t in the mood for that argument right now.
“Who knocked the Soul out?”
“Bri.”
No surprise. “With what?”
“She keeps a bat in her car.”
Thank fuck for that. It would be a good idea to make sure all the women had some sort of weapon in their vehicles. On their person, too.
“She was pretty damn impressive, if not crazy. Avery, too.”
“Can agree those two are crazy.” But what the fuck would’ve happened if she had been alone?
Thinking about that scared the fuck out of him. Lyric wasn’t like Bri or Avery, Vi or Indie, or even the majority of the sisterhood. She was gentler, kinder. Quieter. Not one to cause issues or be loud or obnoxious.
Her temperament was more even-keeled, like her father.
And fuck, it hit him right in the gut. That was why she was perfect for him.
He needed even. Level-headed. Not prone to losing her shit or spinning out of control, which would make him spin like the cartoon version of the Tasmanian Devil.