Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Pat was not interested. His cell phone started to ring, and he answered it. Bull was on the other end.
“It was William,” Pat said, moving away from the other man as he spoke.
He kept William within his sights, because even though his story checked out, Pat still didn’t trust him.
“William? For fuck’s sake. When is he going to learn to stay the fuck out of other people’s business?”
Pat couldn’t have agreed more.
“Look, I think we should just torch this place,” Pat said. “There is no reason to allow them to think they can do business close to home. We shouldn’t wait for them to attack.”
“You’re right. Torch the place, then get the hell out of there,” Bull said.
With that, Pat hung up and turned toward William, who sat looking so fucking lost it was pitiful. He rubbed his eyes. He couldn’t even believe he was doing this.
“Do you want to help?” Pat asked.
William looked toward him. “Yeah, I do.”
This was so fucked up, but Pat located the gasoline, and there was a lot of it. They doused the house, spreading the gasoline throughout, and then he handed William the means to set it on fire. They didn’t linger, moving away from the house as it caught up in flames.
If the cartel was going to make their move, Chaos and Carnage MC had just sent them a message: Come and fucking get us.
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Hazel brought her car to a stop, and Ava looked out the car window. Violet had declared “shotgun,” not that Ava was in a rush to sit in the front seat. She didn’t mind the loud music Violet played either.
She didn’t know why she had agreed to come to the animal shelter. This is the one place she didn’t want to be. Not because she hated dogs or anything like that. No, this was because she loved dogs.
They hadn’t had a dog since Bernice had died, and she had been their father’s mixed dog that seemed to have a bit of poodle, labrador, and potentially some German shepherd. Again, none of them knew for sure, just that the dog had been a mongrel, and so damn loving. Bernice had passed a few months before her dad. They had a burial, and she knew he intended to get another dog, but he never got the chance. In the past ten years, neither had they.
He had loved dogs. From the time he was a little boy, he had a dog. That love had grown into adulthood.
Her dad only ever had one dog at a time. He loved to take his time, to show love and loyalty, and to train her. Yep, her dad only ever had female dogs. He always said they were more loyal and easier to train.
Climbing out of the car, she shoved her glasses up onto the top of her head. It was adoption day at the animal shelter.
Ava read in the paper about some kind of dogfighting ring. All the details had been vague, but it also circled around the Chaos and Carnage MC.
Closing the door, she stood next to Violet, because the main parking lot was full, and they were looking at an army of women. Okay, the Chaos and Carnage MC might have won the approval rating of most single and married women. What was it about men with killer muscles, holding tiny little dogs? She was pretty sure her mother and sister were both drooling.
There were a lot of families as well.
“So, what do we do?” Ava asked.
“We go and see if there is a dog we all love,” Violet said.
Had her mother and sister squared their shoulders and put a pout to their lips? Were they already flirting? She had not seen her mother do this before. Of course, her mother was a beautiful woman, and there was nothing wrong with her wanting male company. She was more than happy for her mother and sister. Only, they better keep their eyes and hands off one particular biker.
Not that Pat was hers. Of course he wasn’t. For the rest of the week, she hadn’t seen him, not even around town, and it wasn’t like she could stalk the garage, or even pretend to allow her car to break down. That screamed desperation. She wasn’t desperate. Was she?
Crap, she had missed him. This was insane. She was not a schoolgirl anymore, and she didn’t do the whole teenage crush thing either. She was a grown woman—a grown woman who wanted a biker, a very sexy, mature, handsome biker. Damn it.
She was pretty sure her sister and mother were excited about the men and the dogs. Either way, she took the lead, because she was going to have to harden her heart. There was no way she was going to take a dog home.
The first kennel she stepped in front of had a dog wagging its tail, looking so damn happy. She crouched down and smiled. “Hey there,” she said.