Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
He nodded. I jerked my chin toward his service weapon, which was sitting on his nightstand. “Press the barrel beneath your chin,” I ordered. Without hesitation, he grabbed his pistol and pressed it beneath his chin. I backed up to the door. “Count to twenty, then pull the trigger.”
Turning on my heel, I walked out of the house. I was entering the woods to get back to my bike when I heard the gunshot go off. Malachi whistled low. “Cool shit.”
Devil’s Breath was a magical fucking drug. Get enough in someone’s system and they’d do all your bidding.
I just hummed and straddled my bike, strapping my helmet to my head. Tugging my burner from my cut, I shot off a text to my boy.
William:
On my way home, baby.
I pocketed my phone again, then took off down the highway, heading back for Oregon. I had a long ride ahead of me, but I’d promised Chet I would be home within twenty-four hours, regardless of that time limit being what Hyram made me agree to. I ran by my own book, but for Chet? For my boy? I’d always uphold my promises.
3
Chet
Igrabbed a beer out of the fridge, then nudged it closed with my foot before turning to grab a bag of chips off the counter. When I emerged from the kitchen, Thyrie was sitting at the bar working on her laptop. She looked up and smirked, arching a brow at me.
“When William finds out you’re eating and drinking pure garbage, he’s going to bend you over the nearest surface, drag your britches down, and spank your ass red before he makes you get on your knees and apologize for harming the body he loves so much.”
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” What I did know though was that William had a habit of finding out everything I did. But sue me—I was acting out. I knew he was going to take care of my father so I would be safe from him, but I was still salty that he couldn’t have waited ‘til I had my nap, that I hadn’t heard anything from him since he’d left except a text letting me know he was coming home and he loved me, and that he’d left me behind at all.
Least he could’ve done was taken me with him and stuck me in a hotel for a few hours. Was I being irrational? Sure. It was my default setting, especially since I’d been made to feel safe and had been given a true home. But urgh, I got in my feelings so easily when it came to William.
“Oh, he’ll know,” Thyrie said. And just because she liked to stick her nose in other people’s business, she lifted her phone and snapped a photo of me just as I lifted the beer to my lips.
I gaped at her. “What the fuck, Thyrie?” I snapped, setting the beer down on the bar a little too hard. It clacked loudly against the granite countertop, which made Hyram, the obsessed overprotective guy that he was, rush out of his office like someone was strapping a bomb to the love of his life.
Thyrie cackled and showed me her phone, where it showed she’d sent the picture to William. I scowled at her. “You’re such a bitch,” I muttered.
“Watch your mouth around my woman,” Hyram growled, narrowing his eyes at me.
“Tell her to mind her fucking business then,” I sneered at him. “I just wanted one beer and one small bag of chips, and she fucking tattle-taled like a goddamn two-year-old to William.”
Hyram sighed and looked at his old lady. It wasn’t often he scolded her for anything. The woman could probably light this clubhouse on fire, and he’d kiss her instead of shouting at her. But even he knew how William could be. She’d fucking overstepped. “Thyrie…”
She arched a brow at him. “If you try telling me what I can and cannot do, Holt,” she warned, using Hyram’s last name, “I will make you sleep on the couch for a week.”
Hyram opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, then shook his head and looked at me. “Just follow the rules William set for you, Chet. It’s not difficult.”
He had to be fucking kidding me.
I wanted to throw something. I felt out of fucking control. I didn’t get my nap after being in subspace for damn near two hours as William wrecked me. I couldn’t just call William because I didn’t know if he was somewhere safe to answer my call. And since I knew he’d answer regardless of if it was safe or not, I couldn’t put him in that predicament. I’d been left behind while he was across the fucking country. And now, I couldn’t even indulge in something that might make me feel a tiny bit better because Thyrie was a little fucking rat.