Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“You?” Knight leaned against the bar, taking a pull from his beer. “You brought Bones to Kiss of Death?”
“I did. And you have no idea how many strings I had to pull to make it happen. So I will give Torpedo all the time he needs to be satisfied I’m fit to lead this club again. The last thing either him or Bohannon are going to allow is for us to fall back to the way it was before they got here.”
“It’s not like Bones and Salvation’s Bane left much when they cleaned house.” Hawk’s gaze tracked around the room. He’d been my sergeant at arms before I’d gone to prison. He and Knight had gone into hiding along with a few others of my inner circle when Dart had staged a violent takeover. I hadn’t been able to help. It had taken several years for me to establish connections on the outside that filtered inside the prison. Avenging my sister had been the most important thing at the time, and the consequences took me nearly a decade to overcome. When I did, it took nearly the same amount of time for me to guide Kiss of Death into the paths of Bones, Salvation’s Bane, and Black Reign MCs. The price was high, but worth it. And, if I were honest, I had no problem with being affiliated with Bones MC or any splinter club.
“Doesn’t matter. That shit Dart, then Slash, did in the club’s name hurt us. I was negligent in getting myself put in prison without a plan in place for the club.”
“I heard the former president of Bones actually married one of Slash’s victims.”
“Yeah. Cain took a woman, Angel, as his old lady. Raised three of the kids there too.”
“Ice and Cyclone.” Hawk gave me a nod. “I met Cyclone once. Didn’t the girl end up with another of Bones’s members?”
“Yeah.” Something caught my eye as I continued to converse with Hawk and Knight. A woman I thought I recognized. I couldn’t place her immediately, but I couldn’t pull my gaze away from her. “She’s married to the guy who took Bohannon’s place at Bones. Name’s Stunner.”
“I’ve heard he runs a tight ship at Bones as their enforcer.” Knight stroked his beard lazily. “Ice and Cyclone were promoted to president and vice president. What do Torpedo and Bohannon plan on doing when you take over again?”
“Not my business,” I answered absently. The woman was with a large man. He towered over her, but he wasn’t as big as me. I could tell by the way he carried himself he was a little high strung. “It’ll be a while before…” I trailed off as I watched the woman speak to the bartender. She and the man she was with were on the other end of the bar. She turned around and I got my first good look at her. At the same time, the guy she was with backhanded her so hard she spun around and fell to the floor of the bar.
Before I could register what was happening, a ferocious, angry roar exploded from me. Because I recognized the woman. And some motherfucker was about to fucking die.
Chapter Two
Hannah
This was it. This was where I died. On a bar floor smelling of beer and piss and vomit… And it’s no more than I fucking deserved.
I smacked my head on the floor when I fell because Dillon hit me so hard it knocked me silly, and I couldn’t protect myself. There was a horrible noise like an angry wild animal, but I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from or what exactly the threat was. Then Dillon’s fist came at me again. I had time to suck in a breath just before the blow landed across my temple and my world tilted sharply as pain exploded through my head again.
I thought I might pass out -- prayed to pass out so the beating would be over when I woke up. Instead, something inside me refused to go down. Even for a minute.
Then Dillon was gone. I whimpered, not sure if I’d been given a reprieve or if he was simply getting rid of someone trying to pull him off me. It had happened more than once in this same club. It was why he brought me here. If he got drunk and hit me, no one would do much. Occasionally someone would try to defend me, but Dillon was a huge man. If he didn’t want to do something, it took some force to make him. We’d both learned that when faced with an enraged giant, most people stayed clear. Oh, they might take out their phones and record the beating, but that was as far as it went. Which rarely helped me.
Closing my eyes, I reached for oblivion with all my heart but I just couldn’t go under. There was a fight going on. I could hear the familiar sound of flesh hitting flesh. Grunts and sickening squishes. My stomach rebelled. I wasn’t sure if it was the smells, the sounds, or the injury to my head, but I was going to hurl and there was no way I could get to the bathroom.