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)
Reaper simply nodded and swallowed another mouthful of beer.
“Any ideas why those dead motherfuckers went after Lyric, Bri, and Avery?”
Reaper pulled in a breath. “My guess is they thought they were being followed and were about to be hijacked. Trafficking drugs tends to make you paranoid.”
“Yeah. Just wanted to make sure they didn’t identify them as DAMC.”
“We’ve intercepted some of their communication and there’s been no talk of your club. At least from what we’ve heard so far. Doesn’t mean they might not get suspicious down the road. We just need to keep on top of that.”
Rage had no idea they’d even tried tapping into the Russo’s communications, let alone that they had succeeded. “You got ways to listen?”
“Yeah, we got ways to listen. Pretty fucking sure they got some encrypted forms of communication, but if we can tap into that, we will. Indie’s working on it.”
That was good to know.
But before they could say another word, Zeke joined them and Reaper slipped away.
“Want him on our team, Prez. Right now he’s on Vi’s.”
“Brother, Vi’s team is our team,” Zeke reminded him.
“Depends on how you look at it. He becomes an Angel, his life loyalty will be to us versus his job. ‘Cause you know this is a life, while bein’ a Shadow pays the bills.”
“So, you're okay with patchin’ him in,” Zeke concluded.
“Yeah, from what I've seen, he’ll be an asset. No fuckin’ skin off my nose if he don’t wear a prospect cut first. We’ll give him credit for time served.”
Zeke’s head twisted toward him. “Time served in the military?”
“That, and what he’s done for our club so far. Thinkin’ if the OG Shadows wanted to patch in, your father wouldn’t have given a fuck.”
“Probably not,” Zeke slipped a joint from his pocket and tucked it between his lips.
“Take it to the membership?” Rage asked.
“Yeah. Let’s get on that.” Then Zeke whispered, “Fuck, man,” shook his head and tucked his joint back away.
Rage turned to check out what the prez was seeing.
His son.
Ledger’s little legs were a blur as he ran across the courtyard toward his grandfather, Zak, with his shadow, a German Shepherd, on his heels.
Yeah. If they had a kid, they’d need a guard dog like Thunder. It couldn’t hurt to get one ahead of time and make sure it was at least properly trained to protect Lyric. She could take it to the shop with her. It would give him some comfort when he wasn’t nearby.
He’d have to look into that.
“Havin’ a kid makes you look at shit differently,” Zeke murmured.
“As it should.”
“What the fuck happened to my life?”
“You became a father.”
Zeke smiled. “Yeah.” He began walking in the same direction his son had gone before throwing over his shoulder, “Sure you’ll be in that boat soon, too.”
“Asshole!” Rage called out.
Zeke’s chuckle floated back toward him.
It was now time to find his woman, drink a shitload of beer, and stuff his gut until it was about to burst.
Then take his woman home and fuck her into oblivion.
Chapter Twenty-Six
A long, contented sigh escaped Lyric. Being it was Sunday and she didn’t need to head to the shop, she had taken the opportunity to wake up her man not a half an hour ago by giving him head.
He’d stated in the past that it was his favorite wakeup call.
She found that she loved giving him head because giving him pleasure gave her the same.
Over the past few weeks, living with Ash had not gone as smoothly as expected. He was a damn stubborn biker after all. But they were quickly falling into a routine, even though their work hours were so different.
She got up early.
He rolled out of bed late.
She went to bed at a normal hour. He joined her sometime in the middle of the night.
Despite that, they always found time to play and explore.
She brushed her fingers over the now-healed hawk she’d inked into the side of his skull.
It was perfect. Not because she did the tattoo, but because of what it represented: a permanent tribute to his father. One that would stay with Ash for the rest of his life.
Despite doing his damnedest to hide it, she’d picked up on his emotions after she finished and he had looked at her work in the mirror.
Hawk had no idea he was going to get it, so the first time Ash’s father saw it, his step stuttered and he had to do a one-eighty and walk away to keep himself together.
Large hands hooked her under her arms, pulling her from her memories as Ash dragged her up and over his warm, hard, unforgiving body.
He sure loved to use her as his personal blanket. And she loved being that for him.
She was relaxed. He was relaxed.
The sex had been superb. Perfect even.
And every time they had sex, she kept waiting for him to push her boundaries.