Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“What the fuck were you thinking!” I yelled at him, uncaring if anyone else saw or heard our little tiff. I mean, we were both covered in blood. I was pretty sure my dressing him down would be the last thing any witness would be concerned about. “If you hadn’t tried to play the fuckin’ hero, I could have taken out another of these assholes and you could have taken the other two. Even if you had been shot.”
“I was trying to give you a way to get the kid out without either of you getting killed.” He didn’t sound any less angry than I felt. “Ever think you don’t have to play the fuckin’ hero, Lemon? I promise you, I’m more than capable of taking care of myself. Now, what’d you do with the girl?”
“I finally found a few of your club. You know. The ones who didn’t follow you when you came to get me. They were on the other side of fucking town! Wylde had to send them to find me, and they had no intention of coming after you! Then that asshole, Falcon, tried to get me to calmly go back to the compound so they could decide what to do about helping you. Like he didn’t already know you were coming here and what the situation was. And that it wasn’t a given they were going to help you out either. What kind of fuckin’ bullshit is that?” I was talking a mile a minute and asking questions I had no business asking. Also, I didn’t want to know about his stinking club. Any MC who would leave their fucking president hanging out to dry wasn’t an MC I wanted to be anywhere near. Granted, Iron Tzars was the only club I had any real experience with, but they were a true brotherhood. They had each other’s backs. To the death. The way it should be.
“Will you shut up? Who rode Falcon’s bike through the door?”
“That’d be me. Problem?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Not with me, honey. Falcon, on the other hand…”
As he spoke, the man in question stomped through the door and straight to his bike. He looked like he was ready to throttle someone. Probably Rocket. ‘Cause Rocket had been bad.
“You don’t spank her ass, I will, Rocket. She fuckin’ wrecked my bike!”
“Don’t be a pussy,” I snapped. “It’s just a fuckin’ bike. If you can’t fix it, bring it to the Tzars. If I can’t fix it, Clutch can.” No way I could fix his bike, but he didn’t need to know that.
“Christ, Rocket. How has someone not killed her in her sleep yet?”
“‘Cause I don’t sleep, asshole.”
Falcon bared his teeth at me. I flipped him off. Yeah. We were gonna be besties. Not.
“Back the fuck off, Falcon. I’ll get the club to buy you a brand-new fuckin’ bike if it’ll soothe your delicate sensibilities.”
That got a snort from me. “I was right to have pegged you as a pussy. You’re totally a fuckin’ pussy.”
“Knock it off, Lemon. Know when to stop.” Rocket sounded like every inch the MC president then. Which was to say scary as fuck. Like your dad might if he caught you sneaking out of the house to go screw your boyfriend. Too bad I didn’t give a fuck. He didn’t scare me. Besides, I was pretty sure I could take him on a good day.
“I’ll stop when he stops being a pussy.”
“Rocket, woman or not, I ain’t takin’ this kinda shit.”
Before I could say anything, Rocket wrapped one arm around my middle and clamped the other hand over my mouth. “Not a word. We’ll talk later. Right now, you shut the fuck up and do what I say. We’ve got to get scarce and let the boys do their job.” I turned my head as much as I could to meet Falcon’s furious gaze with one of my own. Yeah. I didn’t need to say anything to get my point across. Me and pigeon nuts here were gonna have it out sooner rather than later. And, yeah. That would’ve sounded way better out loud than it did in my head.
Chapter Six
Rocket
I was hard as a motherfucker. Lemon… That woman… That fucking woman…
Fuck!
I’d known for a long fucking time I was going to hell, but here was the proof. Lemon had gone toe to toe with Falcon, one of the fiercest men I knew, and hadn’t backed down one fucking inch. Maybe she didn’t know what a badass he was, but I honestly don’t think she really cared. This was Lemon. Unfiltered and in your face. Had I not started feeling every single injury these assholes had dealt out to me, I’d have taken her over my knee and spanked her in front of God and everyone. Just to show she was mine. Then again, it might get my balls removed. Didn’t matter. I loved living dangerously.