Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“He deserves a bullet through his skull,” I snarled at River, angry that he was stopping me from delivering justice to the sick son of a bitch. If he did it to one woman, he would do it again, and I would not allow another woman to fall victim to his shit.
River shook his head at me. “A bullet is a fucking blessing for him,” River informed me. “What I’m about to do to him will be ten times worse, and it sends a message to the other men in my club that this shit will not be tolerated.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, still seething. “And what are you planning to do?” I demanded to know.
River’s eyes met mine, fury making his eyes darken, but I knew that anger wasn’t directed at me. He had even said so himself that he would never make me face his anger, especially when that anger was meant for someone else.
“I’m cutting his dick off, and I’m shoving it down his fucking throat,” River calmly told me. He pointed his finger at me. “Stay in this fucking clubhouse, darlin’,” he ordered. “This isn’t something you need to be watching.”
I nodded once, knowing River would do exactly as he said. I watched as he stormed outside where Sam had just dragged Gregory. I heard Axel cry from his pack ‘n’ play, and I rushed over, lifting him into my arms. Blowing out a soft breath, I walked to mine and River’s room and set Axel on his changing table so that I could change him. I was still fucking furious, but I knew River would take care of this shit.
I heard Gregory scream in pain as I was putting a clean diaper on Axel, and I felt like throwing up at the scream that ripped from the man’s throat. That was the scream of a man being tortured.
River was a deadly man when he needed to be.
After changing Axel and trying my damnest to ignore Gregory’s blood-curdling screams of pain, I walked back out of our room to go check on Reina. She was passed out on her bed, thankfully not suffering any nightmares. I only hoped that this shit didn’t fuck her up inside as it had done me. I didn’t wish my shit on anyone.
I quietly stepped back out of her room, jumping a bit in shock when I felt the fluttering in my belly again. I smiled softly to myself and looked down at Axel. His bright blue eyes were open wide, taking in everything around him.
I looked up as the clubhouse doors opened, revealing River and Sam. River strode over to me instantly, his expression softening the slightest as he did so. “Has he been giving you any problems?”
I shook my head. “He’s just being curious.” I shifted Axel to one arm and reached up to rub his stubble-covered jaw. “Everything was taken care of?” I asked him, feeling calmer now that he was standing there in front of me, soothing me.
He nodded. “Kale is taking care of the clean-up.” He glanced down the hall, where Reina’s room was. “How’s Reina holding up?” he asked.
I shrugged. “She’s sleeping right now, so it’s hard to tell.” I yawned softly, shocking myself at how tired I was. I had been up way earlier than I usually was, which probably explained it. It also probably didn’t help that I had spent part of the night awake with River. And holding Reina as she recounted what’d happened to her… it’d taken a lot out of me.
“I think it’s time for you to get a nap, don’t you think?” River softly asked as he reached up to cup the side of my neck, brushing his thumb over my jawline. I nodded, yawning again.
Without another word, he placed his hand on the small of my back and led me down the hall to our room. He took Axel from me, and I crawled onto the bed, snuggling into the pillows, almost immediately falling asleep as the scent of his cologne and body wash surrounded me.
Chapter Eighteen
River
Igroaned tiredly as I looked at the screen of my phone, swiping across the screen to answer the call. “Yeah?” I gruffly asked when I answered.
“River, I know you probably don’t give two shits,” Jesup started, “but Tristan was just shot, and he’s in a fucking coma.” He sounded on the verge of fucking losing his mind. I bit back a curse. “I thought you might want the chance to break the news to Adelaide before she gets wind of it through the grapevine.”
“Fuck,” I grumbled, looking over at Adelaide who was still sleeping peacefully on the bed. “What’s the doctor saying?” I quietly asked him.
Jesup drew in a shaky breath, and I instantly knew he was beginning to lose his composure. “I may be burying my best friend, River. It’s fucking bad.”