Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
He attacked Tabitha when there was no one around—not her, not Anthony, not Devil’s Simon or their own Simon, or Miles. Everything had gotten fucked up.
At least Tabitha had finally found peace. She was in Piston County with Chaos Bleeds MC. Daisy and the Skulls MC were here, next door to the Monster Dogs MC. Day in, day out, they watched, listened, and made deals that shouldn’t have happened. When did the Monster Dogs MC get the moral high ground?
Little by little, it had started to grate on her nerves. Deep down, she knew it also irritated Anthony. The Monster Dogs MC deserved to suffer for what they did.
Each day that passed was like a reminder of that tiny part of her she tried to keep hidden. The tiny part of her soul that knew and understood Anthony. He accepted her, but she knew he would be the only one.
No one, including Tabitha, knew that Daisy liked to hurt those who threatened her family. Anthony was her family. Lacey and Whizz were her parents, although not by blood. They had taken her in by choice. She owed everything to the Skulls. They were her family. And she would do whatever necessary to protect them—even die.
It was the last thought she had before everything went black.
****
Miles was not telling jokes.
Constance hadn’t stopped crying.
Rachel kept looking toward the door, scared to death of who might enter. They were all afraid, and Daisy was fighting for her life.
Anthony stared down at the ground, feeling his anger mutate. His only reason for breathing was fighting for her life, because ... why? He needed to get even. He planned so meticulously. It had taken at least the last five years to get this right. He gathered the weapons he was going to need. No one knew he had also been working with Ned Walker to do what needed to be done. His father didn’t even deal in guns or drugs, or any of that shit anymore. Anthony had found a way to do business.
Lash, his father, got the whole club out of that bullshit, and Anthony wasn’t going to drag them back in. His plan had been to take care of the club without involving the Skulls.
After so many attacks, so many bad guys, it had been the right decision by the club, and for the longest time it had worked. Anthony would never forget the gunshots, the attacks, the fear, or the screaming. They were distant memories, but they were still there, not that they bothered him. Nothing ever seemed to bother him.
Anthony always knew he was different. He didn’t scream like normal children did. He’d watch Miles and Tabitha and knew he wasn’t like them. He couldn’t fucking put his finger on it, but one day he came to realize it was because he was unusual. For some reason, he didn’t feel, not like others. But he was loyal. The Skulls’ blood ran through his veins, and he would do anything for the club.
He first met Daisy when they were children. He recalled seeing her with her brown hair not brushed but pulled into a ponytail, and it wasn’t even done right. She had stained clothes, because her parents hadn’t given a shit about her. From the moment he saw her, sunlight had been shining down all around her, and she looked like a beacon of hope. From that one look, Anthony knew he wanted to get to know her.
She had the sweetest smile. Even toothless, she’d been gorgeous to him. The way she would read, her voice would capture him, and in his darkness, for just a little while, it would all make sense to him and it wouldn’t matter.
He knew how to act, to play the part, and no one ever tried to call him out on his own shit. Not even Daisy. Whenever he asked her to read, she’d sit with him and just read, no questions asked. She would fight him and argue with him, but in the end she always had his back. She only questioned him one time.
“Are you in love with Tabitha?”
Even now, he heard her words ringing in his head, and it pissed him off. At the time, which was last Christmas, he’d burst out laughing. He and Tabitha had been close, kind of like he was with Miles, Rachel, and Markus. Even to a certain extent, Constance, Blaise, Damien, and John. Their friends who had no parents in the club. Tabitha was simply that—a friend. He cared about her to a certain extent. Anthony had been the one to find Tabitha after Ryan had raped her.
He had felt nothing when he saw her, although he had put his arms around her. All their lives, they had grown up together and were close, until Tabitha left. Now she was a member of Chaos Bleeds, while he, Daisy, and the rest were Skulls. He was not, nor would he ever be in love with Tabitha. She was too ... Tabitha. He’d never doubted where his feelings lay.