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)
“You got it. What are you going to do about Tank?” he asked.
“See if he wants to switch clubs,” I told him honestly as I moved through the clubhouse, wanting some fucking fresh air. This clubhouse was fucking trashed and so were its members.
“What about Tristan?” Joey asked me. I grunted, frankly not giving a fuck about Tristan and his thoughts on it. “It’s his choice in the end if he wants to let go of one of his members,” Joey reminded me.
“Fuck Tristan,” I snapped. Joey laughed. “Tank has always done a good job of protecting Adelaide, and Tristan doesn’t treat his fucking men like he should. Besides, once this shit is taken care of, I doubt Grim will have much of a club left.”
Gunfire suddenly rang out on the other end of the phone. I stopped in my tracks, my hand tightening around my phone. I swore to fuck, my heart completely stopped. Joey shouted ‘fuck’ at the top of his lungs. “Adelaide, get the fuck up!” he roared.
My blood ran cold in my veins. This shit didn’t happen on my territory. Someone had notified either Fredrick or Calhoun that I wasn’t at the clubhouse anymore, that I was down here.
Down here a few hundred fucking miles away from Adelaide and our son.
“They’ll be safe, River,” Joey hurriedly told me before he abruptly hung up.
“Fuck it all to hell!” I roared, storming back into the chapel, fear and anger rushing through my veins. If something happened to my woman or my kids, I would tear this goddamn world apart. I slammed open the doors. “Put your fucking hands on the table!” I roared.
I pointed my weapon at Tristan when he didn’t move with everyone else. “That includes you, Grim,” I snarled. “Hands on the mother fucking table.”
He warily eyed the gun in my hand as he did as I instructed. I was pissed. I didn’t give a fuck anymore how Adelaide felt about him. Joey and I could bring her back to us, but Tristan was a hairsbreadth away from getting a fucking bullet put through his skull.
Tristan could tell I was at my fucking wits end, choosing to remain quiet instead of popping off at me like he usually would. “Who the fuck snitched that I wasn’t at home?” No one spoke. “Fucking speak!” I roared.
“Fucking shoot,” Jesup spoke up. “Zyla is at your clubhouse with Calhoun. I got it out of Dray right as you burst through the doors.”
I put a bullet through Dray’s head and one through Wren’s, cleaning up the trash for Tristan. “I’m taking Tank with me,” I snapped as I strode out of the room. “Jesup, if you want your woman, let’s go. My clubhouse just got fucking ambushed.” I turned my angry gaze to Tristan, letting my eyes meet his. “If Adelaide or Axel is hurt, or if she loses our baby, Tristan, I’ll fucking kill you, do you understand me? I don’t give a fuck what you mean to her right now. So, you better hope and pray that Joey fucking protected them, or I’ll bury you in a shallow fucking grave right next to your sister.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Adelaide
Iheld Axel tight to my chest as I paced the floor of the waiting room of the hospital, barely holding myself together. I was worried sick. Ink hadn’t gotten to Reina in time, and she had taken a bullet to the shoulder and one to the thigh.
And she was in surgery for it.
“Pretty girl, you need to sit down before you walk yourself into an early labor,” Joey commanded as he stood up and gently gripped my hips, stopping my pacing. “River isn’t far out,” he assured me.
“I’m scared for her, Joey,” I told him, my bottom lip trembling. “She’s already been through so much.”
The doctor said she lost a lot of fucking blood, almost didn’t make it to the hospital alive.
God, and then there was Zyla. She was bloody and unconscious when two of the club men found her behind the clubhouse. She was in the hospital too, though in a little better condition than Reina was in. She hadn’t needed surgery, at least.
Ink strode over to us. “The doctor just informed me that Zyla is going to be alright, and she’ll be waking up in the next few hours.”
I nodded at him. “Any word on Reina?”
He shook his head at me. “Afraid not,” he said quietly. Guilt flashed in his eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t protect her, Adelaide.”
I shook my head at him, blinking back the tears in my eyes. “It’s not your fault,” I hoarsely whispered. “She was showering. No one could expect you to be in the bathroom with her.” The bullets had come through her bathroom window. Who the fuck would have expected that?
Axel began crying, and I bounced him up and down, wishing I could calm down so he couldn’t sense how stressed I was. Joey drew me to him, holding me with my back to his front, his strength wrapping around me, holding me together as I tried my damnest to calm Axel. But his wailing only intensified, making a tear run down my cheek.