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 wiped my eyes and stood up from his lap, allowing him to stand up as well. Travis wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my forehead. “So, besides trying to find Katie, what other reason do you have for being in town?” Travis asked my dad.
“I need help,” Travis grunted. “I’m going to take the Bloody Royals back and fix things, but I’m going to need as many connections as I can get to help me achieve that.”
Travis nodded at him. “You’ve got my help.” My mouth dropped open in shock because I knew how much he hated my dad and the Bloody Royals. “I feel that the best way to take everything back, separate the two clubs, and keep them from killing me, Katie, or Amy is to get rid of my dad. I’ll be more than glad to do so.”
I knew he would. He hated his dad. His dad had betrayed him, sent him to jail, and moved on from his life, never checking on him like a father should. Travis wasn’t the type of person to take betrayal well, and I knew that killing his father would give him that closure that I nor anyone else could give him.
My dad sighed. “Travis, you left the club life because you hated it. You know the Black Skulls’ code. If the president gets shot, the murderer gets the president patch. Power gets power.”
Travis nodded, shrugging his shoulders. “The Black Skulls have always been fucked up. It’s time for someone new to take the president’s place. I guess it’s a good thing that I have biker blood running through my veins.”
I gaped up at Travis. He really wanted to do this? First, he was giving my dad help – without threatening him, might I add. Now, he was saying he was willing to kill his own dad and take over the Black Skulls? Holy fuck.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked Travis, clutching his hand in my own.
He looked down at me and nodded once. “I’ll be involved with the biker life either way because I’m with you, and you’re the daughter of the president of the Bloody Royals. I may as well jump in with both feet.”
I couldn’t help it. I smiled up at him. He leaned down and softly kissed me, not giving a single fuck that my dad was in the room.
Travis always seemed to manage to do something to blow my mind away.
17
My dad had been here a week. As much as I was glad that my dad was back alive and healthy, my patience with this entire situation was quickly wearing thin. Travis and I hardly got any time together anymore. All they wanted to do was fucking plan, plan, plan. I was getting damn sick of it. I didn’t like to consider myself a clingy girlfriend, but over the past week, I’d probably seen Travis all of five minutes, and we lived together.
Today, I decided I’d had enough of not having any time with Travis. I was going to do something about it. I was seriously pissed off about this. I mean, I understand that we all want to solve this problem as quickly as possible, but for fuck’s sake, how much can you really plan?
I stormed into Travis’s office where my dad, Luke, Ryan, and Travis were sitting. I put my hands on my hips. “Travis, can we talk?” I asked through gritted teeth.
He sighed, looking up at me and then right back down at the papers on his desk. “Can it wait until tonight?”
Did he really just fucking ask me if our conversation could wait until tonight all because of some fucking planning that was getting them nowhere? Oh, hell no.
I stormed over to him and grabbed him by his hair, dragging him out of the room. If he wasn’t going to come willingly, then I would fucking make him come by force. I had reached my fucking limit of the bullshit that I could take.
“Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Travis hollered as I dragged him to our room. “For fuck’s sake, Katie, I’ll fucking follow you! Just let me the fuck go!”
I let him go and continued storming off to our bedroom. When we got in there, I slammed the bedroom door closed, locking it behind us. Now, if he tried to walk out of the room, I’d have a little bit of time to try to keep him from leaving before he could walk out.
I glared at him as he sat on the bed. “Can you please hurry up?” he asked. “I have important shit to do.”
Oh, so I wasn’t important anymore? Fuck him.
I clenched my fists. “So, I’m not important anymore? My fucking feelings aren’t important?” I snapped at him.