Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
Chairs scraped the floor as everyone pushed away from the table and left. Rodney helped his son out of the room, leaving only my father and me. I didn’t have shit to say to his ass though. I was busy wondering what the fuck I was going to do now.
Two months…
Christmas.
I had until the day of my wedding to decide how I wanted to become the next Boss of the Fola—if I wanted to honor tradition (or my father’s sick version of it) or start a war.
Well then…I guess I was getting married in two months.
I just prayed Coby would forgive me.
It wasn’t until we reached the city that I realized Kellan missed his check-in. I fished my burner out of my pocket and called him, but the line rang so long I thought it might go to voicemail (which wasn’t allowed to ever happen). Finally, it stopped, and a voice that didn’t belong to my newest associate answered.
“Hi,” the soft voice greeted. I was surprised to find it was a woman on the other end, and my anger reappeared when I assumed Kellan was off getting some pussy when he was supposed to be watching Hunter. “Kellan can’t come to the phone right now,” she informed me cheerily. “He’s currently nursing his head and his ego, but I can take a message.” I was too fucking stunned at the audacity of this soon-to-be-dead bitch to respond, so her playful tone quickly hardened into a pissed one. “Look, pervert, if you’re not going to talk, I’m hanging up. I got shit to do.”
I actually heard the faint sound of metal scraping against metal, something being slapped into place, and then the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked.
Intrigued, I moved over to one of the lounge chairs to sit and put my feet up. “Who is this?” I asked even though I suspected the answer already. A smile was already playing on my lips. Remembering my bride waiting for me back at home, I let it fall.
“Me?” the voice teased. I heard a door open and slam closed in her background. She was on the move, but where? And where the fuck was Kellan? “I’m the new owner of this phone. Who are you?”
“The former owner of this phone,” I informed through gritted teeth. My amusement with Hunter was fading fast. Abel turned in his seat at the front of the Denali, a questioning look on his face, and I mouthed Kellan. He immediately turned in his seat and gave the order to drive to Coby’s old apartment.
“Well, that’s impossible since you sound nothing like the handsy bastard I lifted it from.”
My voice dropped to a dangerous rumble as I asked, “Kellan touched you?”
The other end of the line grew quiet, and I realized my tone must have thrown her off.
Shit, it was scaring me.
Hunter recovered faster and said, “Yup! You should really try teaching your goons some manners. I had to squeeze his balls, literally and then figuratively, but I think he’s getting the message. You’re welcome.”
Chuckling, I rubbed my brow as I was once again forced to move the pieces on my chessboard. “I underestimated you, Hunter.”
“People tend to do that.” She didn’t pretend to be at all surprised that I knew exactly who she was. “So here’s the deal…” I heard beeping in the background as she spoke, and I lost the battle with my honor as I pulled out my actual phone and tapped into the security feed from the hidden cameras. I never allowed myself to look at the feed until now.
What I saw sent the blood in my veins rushing to my dick.
Hunter was standing in the middle of the room, wearing only a glittery fucking thong and nothing else except the kunai strapped to her thigh. Her back was to the camera, but her round, perky breasts jiggled with every movement as she slowly braided her long hair into a single plait at the back of her skull. When she was done, the tail swept the top of that fat ass. My gaze was glued to it as she bent over to grab something from the bed. I grabbed my dick with a hard grip when it jerked in my jeans. Don’t even fucking think about it.
It took me far too long to look away and notice the bed.
At her feet, poking out from underneath the bed was a heavy, long, flat safe that had already been emptied. On top of the bed were two large Sigs, a pink subcompact Ruger, one Glock, a goddamn switch, a pump action shotgun, three serrated hunting knives, more throwing knives, several boxes of ammo, a fucking hand grenade, and a sniper rifle.
Hunter made peanuts and had a record, which included at least one felony obtained when she was fourteen. There was only one answer for who could have supplied her with that much hardware.