Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I gritted my teeth. I needed to stop thinking about the bastard. I didn’t understand him at all, and his motives were even harder to figure out. I was a criminal just as much as the other men of the MC. If I was going to rat on Travis, I would have done so already.
So, why in the hell was Travis so adamant about taking me back with him?
Shaking my head, I blocked the thoughts of Travis out of my head for the time being and looked around me again. The old police department still looked the same despite a bit more dust everywhere. The gray paint on the walls were peeling, showing the brick underneath. The old fluorescent lights still flickered the way that they always have. There was no feeling of welcome in the old department, but I somehow always found sick pleasure in being here.
Because I got to get on the sheriff’s nerves.
“When am I going to get to see Judge Cowlery?” I asked Dewey, breaking the silence in the room.
“Tomorrow, I suppose,” Dewey replied, not looking up from the papers in front of him. “Looking forward to it?”
I rolled my eyes. “I always look forward to seeing that wonderful man. He’s always so kind to me,” I teased, knowing it would piss him off. Dewey hated that we all always got off easy. Too bad for Dewey. The judge wasn’t retiring until he was dead in his grave.
Dewey looked up from his desk, glaring at me. “Yeah, because he owes your daddy.” I flashed a sweet smile at him. He scoffed, shaking his head. “I swear, I don’t know how much more fucked up this town can get. We’re all beginning to owe the fucking Bloody Royals.”
I smirked. “Careful, Dewey; you might need our protection one day.”
He glared at me even harsher. “Yeah, when pigs fly.”
I grinned at him. “I believe that pigs can fly,” I retorted. Everyone that now owed us always swore they would never owe a criminal lot like the Bloody Royals.
But now, they did.
He rolled his eyes. If the man kept on, his eyes were going to roll too far back to come back around. “Yeah, but we all know you’re fucked up in the head, Holland.”
An officer stepped into the room before I could say anything in response. We both turned to look at the rookie cop. “We have a holding cell prepared for Miss Holland.”
I jumped up from the chair. “Finally!” I rejoiced. “Let’s go so I can get these damn cuffs off of me.”
Travis
The bar was silent – almost eerily so. It had been quiet since the sheriff had taken off with Katie. News had spread that Katie was being questioned about a murder, and it seemed everyone was contemplating it.
Katie and murder in the same sentence didn’t sit well with me. Sure, the girl was a pain in my ass, and she was mouthy as fuck, but I couldn’t picture her murdering someone. And with the Bloody Royals as her family, I couldn’t picture her leaving any kind of evidence behind either.
I looked around the room. Nicholas was sitting at the bar with a seat in between us. I glanced over at him. “How long do you think she’ll be locked up for?” I asked him, referring to Katie. I wanted to get the hell out of town. Being in a clubhouse again was making my fucking skin crawl.
The moment I’d been dragged out of the Black Skulls clubhouse with my hands cuffed behind my back, my father watching, not even giving a shit, I’d vowed to never fucking come back inside one of the shitholes again.
And yet, I was here all because of a woman with great fucking pussy.
He snorted and glared at me, clenching his fist on top of the counter. I watched him, nothing showing on my face. That was a pretty aggressive move for someone I was pretty sure fucking hated her.
“Why?” Nicholas asked, glaring at me. “You scared she’s going to run her mouth, Louis?”
I clenched my jaw. I wasn’t worried about Katie running her mouth at all, but this bastard was pushing my buttons. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to quickly become acquainted with my fist; it wasn’t going to be a pretty meeting.
Something about Nicholas and this entire club, not to mention James Holland being murdered, was rubbing me all wrong.
“No, I’m not,” I calmly told him, forcing myself to keep my cool. “I just can’t spend more than a week here. I have shit to take care of back home.”
Nicholas looked down at his drink. “She’ll probably be out tomorrow.” That was pretty fucking fast. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much. She’s never been in there for a week. As soon as Judge Cowlery gets word that she’s in there, he’ll get a hearing set up for her as soon as possible to get her out of there.”