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 know everything about you, Katie Holland!” she screamed at me, fury lighting up her features. “I will fucking ruin you!”
She ran out of the room, and I jumped up. Travis grabbed my arm, stopping me from going after her. “No; don’t you fucking dare go after her,” he growled at me.
I yanked my arm away from him, glaring up into his eyes. “If she’s got dirt on me, I need to find out what the fuck it is. Some things in my life are better left buried,” I reminded him. He knew that as well as I did, considering he was the only person that knew about Zachary Taylor.
I stormed out of the room and found her walking out to the garage. Before I could ask her what in the hell she was doing, she picked up a tire iron and slammed it through the windshield of my car. Anger blazed up and rushed through my veins, making my blood boil.
I was going to kill this bitch.
“Are you fucking crazy?!” I yelled, snatching the tire iron away from her and punching her in the face. “That’s my fucking car, you bitch!”
She sneered at me and clenched her fists. “You better fucking tell Travis about your precious Bloody Royals before I do, Katie Holland. He won’t stay with you when he finds out what they have planned for him.”
Planned for him? What in the hell is she talking about? The Bloody Royals weren’t planning anything for Travis. Hell, I hadn’t even heard about the man until he was standing in front of me, and I was tied to a goddamn chair in his basement!
I grabbed her arm before she could storm away. “Leanne, I may hate your guts and want to beat the hell out of you, but let’s put that aside for the moment,” I told her. She stopped, turning to face me, and I dropped her arm. “What in the hell are you talking about? I don’t know anything about the Bloody Royals planning something for Travis. I got kicked out of the club.”
Her eyes widened. Obviously, she didn’t know that I was no longer a part of the Bloody Royals. She had ties though – somehow – and I was about to find out what in the hell was planned for Travis and just who in the hell was being a traitor. My dad always told me everything he had planned for the club, and it never involved Travis. That meant someone was taking things under their control. It didn’t make sense that as soon as my dad was dead and no longer there to make the decisions for the club, shit like this was happening.
That only meant one thing.
My dad’s death wasn’t an accident, especially since he was the most careful driver I’d ever known. This just added to my suspicions about foul play.
“You really have no idea?” she asked me incredulously.
I shook my head. “When my dad died, I wasn’t allowed at his cremation, and his ashes were given to the VP. Leanne, you have to tell me what you know.”
She sighed and ran a hand through her blonde hair. “They want to kill him.” I clenched my jaw. “That’s why I’m back. I found out that you were here with him, and I had to get him away from you, although that’s turned out to be really fucking complicated, considering you’re an even bigger bitch than what I was led to believe.”
I wanted to smirk at her last comment, but I forced myself to keep the smile back. “Who told you this?” I asked.
“George Volcom told me about it. Apparently, he and Travis used to be really good friends before shit went down between him and his dad, and he left the club and went to jail. George was worried about him.”
I cursed and leaned against my car, rubbing my temples. That meant the Bloody Royals and the other club Travis used to be in had done more than just formed an alliance. They had joined the two clubs together. I definitely knew now that my dad’s death wasn’t an accident. It was planned. Nicholas had to have had something up his sleeve. He was too eager to ship me off and get rid of me, and Amy, too. What in the hell was becoming of the Bloody Royals?
I thought Nicholas had loved my dad like a father. This was the last thing I had expected of him, but I couldn’t help the fact that it also made sense.
“Just so you know, I don’t want to take Travis away from you anymore,” Leanne told me softly, making me look back up at her. “You obviously really care about him, and he needs you more than he’ll ever admit. He looks at you in a way only a man can look at the woman he loves.”