Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
I stomp into my room at the club, ignoring the other members as they call out a hello. I’ve got one thing on my mind—calling Eagle. He’s the club lawyer and it pains me, but I need him. I want to arrange an extra special thank you for Nora.
I spend the next thirty minutes having Eagle agree to drawing up papers relinquishing any right to the house I purchased and giving her the option to sign and switch it all into her name—including the outstanding debt. Eagle put me on hold while he reached out to the bank and easily got them to agree that if Nora didn’t take over the debt and house, they would agree to a short sale. I was the only one that had paid a dime on the place, and that included a substantial down payment—which is the only reason the bank agreed to have it signed into her name. They knew that if she defaulted, they’d still get their money back easily with the sale of the place.
As for me? I sure as fuck didn’t want the place any longer. Plus, I was losing money as it was. I didn’t care if the short sale resulted in just paying the mortgage off. I’d actually preferred it and made that clear. I’m sure Nora would demand half of whatever equity we had from the sale, and I didn’t want to give her a dime.
Once I was done with that, I sat on the edge of my bed, held my head down until it could almost touch my knees, then called King. “Damn, Pez. You’ve seen me constantly. Can’t a man spend time with his woman? I thought that’s what was on your mind when we parted?”
“I didn’t want you to ask someone else. I’m coming to Kentucky.”
“Fuck, yeah. I was hoping you’d say yes. I’m just surprised Nora agreed to this quickly.”
“She won’t be going.”
King goes silent for a minute and then takes a deep breath. “Listen, brother. I’d love to have you with me. I want my own man with me, especially one I can trust. I don’t want you breaking up with your old lady because of this, though—”
“She doesn’t know about Kentucky. I came home early and found her fucking Devil’s boy in our bed.”
“Shit, Pez. Man, I … Well, hell, I don’t know what to say. Jesus, man, that’s rough. I’ve been on that side of the coin and it sucks.”
“I’m dealing. I want to go to Kentucky early. You and your old lady are heading out tomorrow afternoon, right?”
“Yeah. I went and checked it out. The place needs a lot of work and capital coming in. The potential is there, though. The clubhouse is rough, but there are rooms free if you want to crash there until we get up and running.”
“That sounds good. I don’t need much. I need to recover from the loss of money on the shit I bought for the bitch here in Tennessee. Leaving is the best damn thing for me.”
“I got your back. It may take us a bit to get settled, but I’ll do right by you brother.”
“Thanks man. I appreciate it,” I mumble before clicking my phone off.
Chapter 2
Pez
It’s funny how having your pride and heart ripped to shreds gives you laser focus. I’m loading up the last of my shit in the truck. My bike is on the trailer in the back. Everything I want is in my truck. For all I care, anything I left behind I either sold or given away. I just want out of here. I’m currently parked in front of the clubhouse. King is here with his family and Skull and Beth—His old lady’s parents. Skull brought his truck down to help them get moved. He was the former president of the Devil’s Blaze—which will be my new club. He’s a good guy, though something about him screams broken. It did make me feel more secure in my decision. Although, after last night, I don’t care where the fuck I go as long as it’s away from here.
“You’re sure about this?” Diesel asks, and it does feel good to see the regret on his face. Anyone wants to know they’ll be missed.
“I’m sure. You don’t need me—”
“That’s where you’re wrong. This club does need you, Pez.”
“Not really, and honestly there’s no way I can stay here now.”
Diesel grimaces. “Yeah, King told us what happened with Nora.” My gaze moves straight to King. He slightly shakes his head no.
“What happened?” that little shit LD asks as he walks up to the group that is gathered here.
Fuck. I was hoping I could get out without facing him or Nora. I’m trying to resist the urge to kill the motherfucker, because I actually respect his father, Devil. I’m holding onto a thin, frayed rope and the last thing I need is to face this shit bag. I turn to look at him. “I don’t think you want to ask me that, asshole,” I growl unable to stop myself. I turn back to look at King, needing nothing more than to just escape. “I’m leaving. Call me when you get on the road, brother,” I call out. He nods his head. King’s been in my shoes, he understands how I’m feeling. Although, I doubt he’d show restraint when it came to killing LD—and I do want to kill the motherfucker.