Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
As soon as the door closed behind us, Grim looked to Ghost and said, “Find Prez and fill him in. And get with Shep. Tell him he needs to step up his game and see what he can find out about… hell, anything at this point. These motherfuckers should’ve never been able to sneak up on us like this. Not at these kinds of numbers.”
“We don’t know what numbers they have,” I interjected. “Not for certain… He could just be blowing smoke to rattle you.”
It wasn’t implausible. Men who are threatened will try anything to divert attention from themselves and make us too scared to move forward. That shit wasn’t going to happen. Grim nodded. “We’ll see soon enough.”
As soon as Ghost left to find Preacher, Grim and I headed back inside. Grim’s patience was running thin, so I wasn’t surprised when he walked over to the wall of tools and grabbed a pair of shears. Cain’s eyes widened as he gasped, “What the hell are you gonna do with those?”
“Use your imagination.”
“Oh, fuck.”
“Enough of the bullshit,” Grim growled. “How many are there?”
When he didn’t answer, Grim inhaled a deep breath and grumbled, “Have it your way.”
Grim grabbed the guy’s ankle and placed the tip of the blade between his toes. He tried to jerk it back, but Grim held his ankle tighter and warned, “Best be still, or this could get real messy.”
With that, Grim snipped off the first inch or so. As soon as the pain registered in his brain, the guy wailed out, “Oh, fuck! You cut off my goddamn toe!”
Before the guy had a chance to recover, Grim clipped the next toe, and the guy fucking lost it. He started screaming, jerking, and twisting, sending blood flying everywhere. When it got on Grim’s shirt, he shook his head and growled beneath his breath. Pissed, Grim took the handle end of the shears and rammed them into Cain’s side, and I had no doubt that it had broken a rib or two.
“Goddamn! You’re fucking crazy.”
“You have no idea.”
Grim put the shears on his third toe, and before the guy even had a chance to speak, he clipped it, causing him to let out a stream of curses. Once he settled, Grim snapped his fingers in front of Cain’s face, drawing his attention back to him. “Running out of toes, buddy. Maybe I should go for something that means more to you.”
“Ah, fuck me,” Cain gasped. “We’ve got a scout from every chapter.”
“How many chapters?”
“Six.”
“And that’s it?”
“They have prospects with them… about ten altogether. Maybe 12.”
“Well, is it ten or twelve?”
Cain grimaced and Grim placed the blade of the shears next to his big toe. That got him to answer, “Twelve! There are twelve.”
“And where are they?”
“At an abandoned warehouse downtown… It’s a block from the clubhouse.”
“And at the clubhouse?”
“Eight.”
He didn’t say another word. He just lowered his head in shame.
He knew what was coming.
And it was coming because he’d just ratted his brothers out.
22
RAELYN
“Hey, Mom!” Lucas called from the laundry room. “Where are the old towels?”
“Why do you need old towels?”
“I’m not the one who needs them.”
Curiosity got the best of me, so I got up and started down the hall. “Then, who needs them?”
“Walker,” Lucas answered like it was nothing. “He needs your keys, too.”
“Walker’s here?” My stomach did that stupid flip it did whenever his name came up. “I didn’t hear him pull up.”
“He got here a few minutes ago,” Lucas replied, already halfway out the door. “He’s been playing basketball with Thomas and me. He said he’s ready to do the oil change now.”
“The keys are in my purse.”
“Okay. I’ll get ‘em.”
“I’ll be out in a minute with the towels.”
I went to the linen closet, grabbed some old towels, and headed outside. As soon as I stepped outside, I spotted Walker standing by my Tahoe with his sleeves pushed up, revealing the tattoos on his forearms, and there were already smudges of grease on his hand and cheek.
He looked up at me with those gorgeous dark eyes, and I got all the warm and fuzzy feelings that you get when you see someone you’re smitten with.
Yes, it was true.
I was smitten with Walker. It wasn’t like he made it hard. It was just the opposite. He made it so incredibly easy. It was almost impossible not to let myself get carried away.
Thomas was talking ninety to nothing, and Walker was nodding like he was listening to every word. I made my way down the steps and offered him the towels as I said, “I didn’t know you were here.”
“Sorry about that.” He gave me a warm smile. “I got a little distracted dominating your boys in basketball.”
“Dominated?” Thomas huffed. “Not a chance.”
“What was the score again?” Walker teased. “I’m pretty sure I was up by about twenty.”