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)
That time, I did smirk. “Good to see we’re on the same page, then, Pops.”
He clenched his jaw. He’s always hated it when I called him Pops. It was a name I pulled out when I really wanted to piss him off. He glared at me. “You’re pushing your luck, kid,” he warned me.
I chuckled. “No, Pops, you’re pushing yours. I hate to break it to you, but you don’t intimidate me in the slightest; I’m not a kid anymore. I refuse to fucking let you walk all over me like you used to. It’s the only power you have, but I’m about to break that power right here, right now.”
“If you kill me, Travis, my men will kill you.”
I grinned. “Not if that problem is currently being dealt with as we speak,” I said, referring to Luke and Ryan who were currently killing the people I had instructed them to get rid of. I wanted absolutely no fuck ups. I was taking every precaution necessary. I didn’t have time to deal with retaliation from pansies.
“You’ve got people killing my men?!” my dad roared, slamming his vodka bottle on the floor.
I smirked. “You didn’t exactly think that I was going to leave anything not taken care of, did you? After all, it was you who taught me to take care of every problem and to never allow room for a screw-up.”
“You’re a cold-hearted bastard,” my dad sneered at me.
“Like father, like son,” I evenly replied. “After all, you didn’t even hesitate to get me locked up for three years. I lost three fucking years that were supposed to be the best years of my life, but I fucking lost them because of you. Only a cold-hearted bastard would send his son to prison. The only fucking reason I got out so early was because of good behavior. I didn’t even take down the club, though I could have.” I took a step closer to him. “I’m not as cold-hearted as you, Pops. I could never be as cold-hearted as you.”
“You think these men will trust you after you kill me?” my dad asked. “You’ll have nothing, Travis.”
“Says the man whose only real power comes from the fear he sets in others.” His expression darkened. I was treading on dangerous waters, my life hanging in the balance, but I’d never felt more alive. “I’ve heard what you and Nicholas have been doing. You two fucking shot up the café that my fucking pregnant girlfriend was in. Even if you didn’t want me dead, there was no way in hell I would let you fucking live after pulling that stunt.” A cruel smile twisted my lips. “You fucked with my family, Henry. You made it all go from being just business to being personal, and we all know what happens when shit becomes personal.”
“She shouldn’t have been sticking her nose in places she didn’t belong!” he roared. “Katie Holland is nothing but trouble, son, and you need to fucking remember that!”
I glared at him. “She’s only trouble to you and Nicholas, Dad. To me and everyone else, she’s a fucking amazing, strong-headed woman. She can hold her own. That’s exactly the type of woman this club needs.”
I clicked the safety off on my gun, and my eyes met my dad’s as I pulled the trigger. However, right before I pulled the trigger, he grabbed a gun and shot at the same time I did. The last thing I remembered was pure agony and pain running through my body.
Fuck, don’t die, Travis, I thought to myself. You have a family that needs you.
Katie
I grabbed my phone and pulled it up to my ear when I saw my dad’s name on the screen. Thank God, somebody was finally calling me with some fucking news and updates. I felt like I’d been going crazy since Travis had sent me a text that morning letting me know they were heading out.
“Hello?” I asked, turning the TV down so I could hear better.
“Katie, I hate to tell you this, but Travis has been shot.”
I felt my heart shatter at his words.
God, no – not Travis.
23
I rushed into the hospital room where Travis was at. When my dad told me that Travis was shot, I panicked. I got two speeding tickets on my way here, and I made Amy wait to pee the entire car ride. There was no way in hell that I was stopping. I had to get to him and see for myself that he would make it, even though my dad had assured me over and over again that he would.
It had taken me nine hours to get there, and I was practically dead on my feet. I knew I needed sleep, but there was no way in hell that I was going to leave his side.