Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Razor, along with five others, had to ride out and check what was going on. They discovered they had been robbed, and this pissed Razor off.
The reason it was vague was, the guy that handled the security of their base was in the hospital. He’d been attacked by ten men, and there was no way he would have been able to protect the base. Doc was pissed.
Razor and several of the guys had to track the shipment, and of course it stunk of the Mafia, only they claimed not to have anything to do with it. It turned out to be a small-time pimp who was looking to make a lot of money fast. He attempted to water the product down and fed it to his girls so they would stay in line.
The pimp was long gone, the product dealt with, but it took close to a month to deal with the problems. Razor knew he couldn’t just leave it, so he had no choice but to have calls with Eden.
They were not enough. He didn’t want to tell a woman he wanted to get to know her, date her, and then be reduced to fucking phone calls. It pissed him off.
Stepping out of Eden’s shower, he made his way across the room and looked into the mirror. There had been no time for shaving, but while he was at the grocery store, he’d paid for a grooming kit, and it was time to take off the beard and mustache. He needed a nice, clean face. He knew some of the guys loved a face full of hair, but not him. Within minutes, it was gone, and he was starting to feel like himself.
Now, he could handle shit with ease.
His body was heavily inked. He loved getting tattoos, and each one meant something to him. The biggest was on his back, the Chaos Monsters MC patch. The base of his back had the flames, and rising from them were monsters about to cause the chaos. Doc’s grandfather had designed it on the back of a freaking napkin, and it had stuck ever since, and most of the guys get it inked on their body in some way or another.
Chaos Monsters MC was his life.
Cleaning up his mess, he made his way back into Eden’s bedroom and got changed into his jeans and shirt before making his way downstairs. He hadn’t stopped long enough to take a shower back at the clubhouse, just long enough to get Doc and the guys up to speed, then his only mission was to get here as fast as possible. He did that as well.
The scent of chocolate was heavy in the air and as he made his way to the kitchen doorway, he watched Eden work in her element. He saw the oven was on. She had one of those ovens that was in the wall at chest height. The light was on.
She was at the stove that faced him, and as she looked up, she smiled.
“Chicken or steak?” she asked.
“Whichever you’re having.”
“We’ll go with the chicken.”
He had no idea what she was cooking, but he saw several bags of meat on the counter that looked prepped and ready for cooking.
“Are we feeding an army?” he asked, pointing at the food.
“No, no, Maeve and I like to have our meals prepped this way. When meat and chicken is on offer, we buy it in bulk, bring it home, prepare it, and stuff it in the freezer. We have good food for a cheaper price, and half the job is already done. Marinated chicken, pork, and steak. Then diced cuts for pies and stuff like that.” She shrugged. “We plan ahead. Also, Maeve doesn’t like to spend hours cooking and preparing. She likes to just open jars and bags, and shove everything in a slow cooker. She is the slow-cooker queen. It is how she got to all the jobs she did, then came home and put a hot, cooked meal on the table.”
“You love your sister, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do. She could have left me, you know. She didn’t have to take care of her baby sister, but she did. I’m grateful to her for that.”
“She loves you,” he said. It was clear to anyone who looked. Maeve took care of Eden and still did.
He knew if he hurt Eden, Maeve wouldn’t hesitate to hurt him. There was something in her eyes that said she meant business, and he had no reason to doubt her.
There was a small ping, and Eden went to the oven and pulled out a baking tray of brownies.
“You asked,” she said. “You can’t have one right now, it would burn, but they should be good enough after lunch.”
He watched as she turned the chicken, then added some cheese, and he watched her prepare some rolls.