Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Watch it,” I growl. Lynch holds his hand up to silence me like a child, and it’s just one more thing that gets on my last fucking nerve.
“Where are you going?” Lynch growls, finally on edge when Parker, without a word, stands up and crosses the room to a small console table.
His forehead is in the sight of my gun seconds later. Even as much as he pisses me off, I’m off my ass and in front of Lynch blocking any path Parker may have to him.
With one hand in the air, he opens one of the small drawers. “I’m getting the ledgers. Calm down.”
“You need to use your fucking words, kid.” Lynch shoves his arm against my hip to get me to move out from in front of him. “Not just move without explaining yourself.”
See if I ever stand between him and another bullet again.
“As you can see,” Parker says handing the ledger over to Lynch, “all of the extra money is accounted for and being deposited.”
Lynch nods, looking over the information. “Your meticulous accounting will help Boston.”
“I’m in contact with him weekly by phone, and I update the spreadsheet he wanted me to use nightly.”
Fucking kiss ass. What is he going for, Drug Dealer of the Month?
“I want to meet with your employees, and then schedule meetings with their employees,” Lynch says as he hands the documentation back to Parker.
“Okay,” he agrees, setting the book on the table between them. “Will you need a place that’s easy to clean?”
“Meaning?” Confused, Lynch raises an eyebrow.
“Last time you were in town, we had to burn the house down because there was so much blood.”
Lynch chuckles before taking another sip of whiskey and draining the glass.
“This is going to be more of a celebratory type of meeting. Things are going so well here, everyone is getting a raise.”
Ho, ho, fucking ho. It’s Christmas in June, and Lynch is fucking Santa Claus.
Chapter 25
Molly
“Ladies.” Zoe and I both turn toward Virus. He’s in the front seat of the SUV driven by Professor, and not even the club member’s scowling face can ruin our mood. “These are the cards to your rooms.”
Kai reaches over the seat and grabs one of the cards.
“Sorry,” Virus says and yanks the card back out of Kai’s hand and offers him a different one. “This one is yours.”
“No big deal,” Kai says, frowning at the newest MC member. “We would’ve figured it out when that card wouldn’t open my door.”
“That’s the thing,” Virus says as he hands us our appropriate cards. “Ladies, your cards open every door in the clubhouse. Others, including you Kai, have limited access.”
Kai shrugs as if he never expected, or even wanted, access to any room other than his and Professors’, but I have thoughts galore swirling through my head. Access to every door could be a very good thing for me.
“Every door?” Zoe questions.
I’d fucking pinch her if Virus wasn’t still looking back at us.
“Under Lynch’s orders,” Virus confirms before turning back around.
“Why are you wearing pants?” I ask Zoe, returning to the conversation we were having before the interruption.
“Because going naked seemed a little crazy.” She looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“We agreed to wear short skirts and tank tops.”
“I’m not risking Lynch finding out that I went out in public with my ass hanging out.”
“You do it at the clubhouse,” I counter. Hell, she’s been known to let a lot more than that hang out on occasion.
“I do a lot of things at the clubhouse that I would never risk in the outside world.”
She’s got a point, but it doesn’t make me feel any less out of place in my tiny blue jean skirt. She’s talking about her ass hanging out, but my skirt is so damn short, if I bend over, more than my ass would be visible.
“The parking lot is empty,” I complain when Professor pulls up outside a dingy bar. “And this isn’t a damn club.”
“I told the manager to play the music extra loud,” Professor says as he places the SUV in park. “It’ll be exactly the same thing.”
“Professor gets tetchy in crowds,” Kai whispers. “It’s better this way.”
“There isn’t anyone here,” I grumble. “Tonight is going to suck.”
“After a few drinks, you won’t even notice,” Virus says with a quick grin before climbing out.
Professor must have been serious about speaking with the manager because the bass of the music can be heard from the parking lot as we walk up to the tinted front doors of the bar.
“Hey!” Legs shouts as soon as we walk through the door. She’s holding a drink over her head like tonight is going to be the best night of her life.
“She got an early start.” Kai’s minty breath floats over my cheek, and I have a sudden urge for a mojito or twelve.