Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“You couldn’t handle prison, boy,” Venom said.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?” Bolt asked, throwing back his chair and getting to his feet.
The club looked from him to Bolt.
“He is the best,” Maverick said. “And he’s right, you wouldn’t last two minutes in prison.”
The anger on Bolt’s face was clear to see, but it didn’t change the fact it was the truth. Bolt couldn’t even handle his actions having consequences.
“Take Bolt with you,” Maverick said. “If your suspicions are correct, you’re going to need the cover.”
“I don’t need him,” Venom said. The last person he wanted to spend any time with was Bolt.
“Did I say it was a choice? Do it.”
Venom wasn’t happy.
“I want you all to be vigilant. Keep an eye on absolutely everything. Romano has warned us, they don’t know who is targeting them. They have a lot of enemies, and he has a feeling they will not be afraid to take us on. So, be on guard. If there is anything suspicious, report it, watch it, and we make no wrong move. Especially if the Feds are looking to make a quick bust. We don’t make it easy for them. Everything is above reproach.”
They didn’t have any product, or guns. So far, it was pretty light in the world of the Evil Dwellers MC. It was actually a fucking boring time.
Maverick slapped his hand on the table, bringing the meeting to a close. Venom made his way outside, and this is why he preferred to be standing, rather than sitting. He didn’t like to be kept waiting to get out of the fucking room. His time in prison had taught him it was best to avoid crowded places. It was in those places you got killed. Not that he thought the club would stab him in the back, but once you got into a habit, it was hard to break it.
He checked the time and saw it was a little after nine. Morwenna said she needed to head to the grocery store, and the blogs she’d been recently baking and cooking for needed to be written up. She had a busy workday, as well as bringing the cupcakes and leftover food to the clubhouse. He offered to bring it, but she’d declined and said she was more than happy to do it.
“Wait the fuck up,” Bolt said.
Venom didn’t slow down, and he growled when he saw his bike was parked right next to Bolt’s. He hadn’t even realized he’d parked next to it, but he had been thinking about Morwenna.
Thanksgiving was coming up, and it was getting cold, and he wanted to do something nice for her, but he didn’t know what to fucking do. He wasn’t used to caring what a woman wanted, or what she thought. Morwenna was different. He ran a hand down his face, as Bolt caught up as he was turning over the ignition.
“Where are we headed?” Bolt asked.
Venom ignored him. He was not into making small talk.
He and Morwenna hadn’t talked about how they were going to tell the club they were having sex. He didn’t want to put her on the spot, but he also didn’t want to go around hiding it either. He was not embarrassed about being with her. However, he knew it was a sticky situation because of Bolt.
Taking off out of the clubhouse, he got onto the open road, and even though he heard Bolt close behind him, he ignored that sound and just let the road take all his troubles away.
Morwenna was better than him. She deserved a good guy. A man who had a nine-to-five job, who didn’t run the risk of getting arrested. She deserved a guy who didn’t kill people. It wasn’t like he made it a hobby to kill people. Some people needed to die.
But then he thought about her being with someone else, and that tore him up. He hated this feeling. He loved spending time with her. This was so fucking hard. There was no way he could push her the fuck away.
The ride didn’t last as long as he hoped it would, even though he was on the road for a good hour, passing the trailer park where just yesterday he got distracted.
So, he arrived at the location, but he didn’t pull up right outside the building. Bolt joined him, pulling up.
“What are we fucking looking at?” Bolt asked.
Venom didn’t say a word.
“Look, I get it. You don’t fucking like me, and guess what, I don’t like you either, but we’ve got to work together.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Venom replied.
Bolt glared. “Do you want to go?”
“I’d gladly show you a thing or two about throwing a punch, but right now, I’m figuring out the best way to get inside. I don’t want these assholes running. They run, they set up shop elsewhere, and I need to know how many places they’ve got, or if they’re literally cooking here, and if so, how they’re managing to distribute their product. We don’t know who is in the fucking game right now. All we know is Romano and possibly we are the targets. So, shut the fuck up while I think.”