Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Just as I leave the small town of Aurora in my rearview mirror, lights brighten the highway up ahead as motorcycles come from the opposite direction.
My gaze zooms in on the group, and as we pass each other, I see the St. Louis Demons emblem on their cuts.
I’m tempted to pull over so I can empty my two guns on the eight men. It will send a clear message that I’m not here to back down, but as I continue to drive, my eyes flicking to the rearview mirror, I decide against it.
First, I need to find out exactly what I’m dealing with before I make any rash decisions.
My phone rings, pulling my attention away from the group of motorcycles. I glance at the screen, and seeing Dominik’s name, I frown.
Accepting the call, I ask, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why are you calling?” I mutter.
“I was in the control room when your order came through. Are you moving to the States?”
“No.”
When I don’t offer more information, Dominik sighs. “Why do you need so many weapons? Are you fighting a war we’re not aware of?”
The man is a hermit by nature, and even though he’s been dealing more with people since the alliance was formed, he still gets annoyed when a conversation drags out.
“I’m opening another factory here to produce counterfeit goods, then I don’t have to worry about border control. An MC gang is giving me trouble because this is their territory.”
“Do you need backup?” Dominik asks.
“Who needs backup?” I hear Santiago ask in the background.
Four years ago, the men became brothers-in-law when they married sisters, and since then, they’ve been inseparable.
“Enzo,” Dominik replies to him.
“Put him on speaker,” Santiago orders, then he asks, “Do you need help, Enzo? We can be there before lunch tomorrow.”
“I’m fine,” I mutter. “Just send me the weapons.”
“How many men do you have with you?” Dominik asks.
“None.”
“I swear, every single time we talk to you, I’m more convinced you’re insane,” Santiago chuckles. “How many men are in the MC club?”
It’s my turn to let out an annoyed sigh. “Not sure. I’ve been told there are over thirty members.”
“You’re facing a group of thirty by yourself?” Dominik snaps, anger raising his tone by a notch.
The usual carelessness is gone from Santiago’s voice when he says, “Wait for us to gather our men, then we’ll come through.”
“Don’t come yet.” I suck in a deep breath. “I’ll call if I need backup.”
“You’re fucking stubborn, you know that?” Santiago mumbles. “Fine. Call if you need us. We’ll get a team ready on standby.”
“Okay.” I pause for a moment before I add, “Thanks.”
“Take care of yourself,” Dominik says before he ends the call.
Like I’ve said before, the members of the alliance are the only people I trust, and damn, they’re always trying to draw me in closer.
I’ve never had a family, which is something the alliance is turning into, and I don’t know how to deal with it.
When I pull up to the house that looks more like a cabin, I glance around the surrounding area that’s bathed in darkness. Climbing out of the SUV, I reach behind me and pull my gun from where it’s tucked into the waistband of my pants. I take off the safety as I cautiously walk toward the front door.
Noticing a basket on the porch, I first make sure no one’s lurking in the shadows before I crouch down. I use the barrel of my gun to nudge the white cloth away, and seeing a pie with a welcome note and a set of keys to the house, I shake my head.
I seriously hope I don’t have any neighbors who are going to come over to introduce themselves.
I pick up the keys and unlock the front door. Walking through the already furnished house, I take in the paintings of wildlife, the old couches, and the floral bedding in the four bedrooms.
I need to get new shit because everything in the house gives me the creeps. It’s too homely for my taste.
Heading back outside, I retrieve my luggage, and after I lock the front door behind me, I walk to the main bedroom. I haul my bags onto the bed and open them, taking out a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt so I can clean up after all the traveling.
After I’m done showering, I grab my two guns and head to the living room. I switch off all the lights before dropping down on one of the couches and tuck one of my guns beneath the cushion while I rest the other one on my chest.
Listening to all the foreign sounds, my thoughts turn back to the woman I saw at the gas station. I bring up every single detail of Jenna’s beautiful face and eyes and recall the anxiousness that poured off her in waves.