Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
I stop not far from the scene before me and lean against the wall. My arms cross over my chest as I watch Monster do what he does best. You’d never know the man has a beautiful wife at home and a baby on the way. He’s violent, unrelenting in his torture, and he enjoys it.
“I-I-I… Please, Monster,” the man begs, but I know it’s no use. He won’t survive this.
He’s one of Bragan’s men, and if Monster had his way, he’d take them all out, which I’m pretty sure he’ll do eventually.
“Who is Bragan workin’ with? I want to know what he’s plannin’.”
I stand back as I watch Monster get angrier. The fecker is a beast when it comes to gettin’ answers out of people. I’ve seen him at his worst, and Bragan has been in the wind fer too long. The secrets we learnt about what he did to Monster’s family makes it understandable that the Prez is so fecked-up over this.
“He has a mole,” the bastard finally admits. “There’s someone he’s workin’ with undercover. Please, I don’t know anything more than that.”
“My club is sacred,” Monster tells him. “There’s no feckin’ mole, ye hear me,” he bites out as anger takes a stronghold on him. His fist slams into the man’s face, and I know it won’t be long before he takes his final breath.
“I’m no lyin’,” the words are spurted with blood drippin’ from the captive’s mouth.
Monster stills, then glances at Rebel and Rev. “Did we bring in any new prospects?”
“No,” Rebel answers, steppin’ forward. “This bastard must be lyin’. We don’t have any new members.”
“Girls at the bar?” Monster throws in.
“A few, but—”
“Fire them. I want them gone. I don’t give a shite.” Venom is drenched over the command from our Prez. We can’t refuse him. The order is clear.
Rev steps forward, and I follow suit, makin’ my way closer to where they’re all standin’. But it’s Rev who speaks up. “Monster—”
“Did I stutter?”
“No,” Rebel says as he puts a hand on Rev’s shoulder. “We’ll sort it out.” The two of them walk out, but Rebel gives me a look that says to be careful. Usually I’m the one speakin’ out of turn when it comes to orders, but this time, I’m leavin’ Monster to run his club the way he wants. I don’t want to get involved in the shite that’s about to hit the fan.
Once we’re alone with the man who’s bleedin’ profusely, Monster turns his attention to me. “You want ta say somethin’?”
“Nah, ye carry on, boss,” I tell him and wait for the moment he finishes off the arsehole in the chair. There’s no doubt, he’ll take his final breath soon enough.
The man looks at me, his gaze zeroing in on me. “It’s you.”
My brows furrow in confusion. “What?”
“I’ve seen ye about,” he tells me. “I can’t say anythin’ more. You will all find out soon enough,” he continues with his cryptic bullshit.
“I’ve had enough.” Monster’s hand slams into the bastard’s face, over and over again, until he’s out. His chest is still moving, albeit slowly. “I want him sent back to Bragan. Leave him in the bar where we know Bragan’s men drink. It will be a message enough.”
“I wonder what he meant when he said he’d seen me about,” I say, still confused at the comment.
“Don’t let it bother ye,” Monster says when he straightens and turns to me. “He woulda said any shite to get outta here. We need to prepare fer the party. And then we’ll wait, ready for the bastard to come fer us.”
Nodding, I head for the unconscious body. “Aye, I’ll be at the house soon.” Before Monster walks out, I call to him. “Can I invite someone over to the party?”
He glances at me from over his shoulder, a knowin’ look in his eye. “Aye,” he says with a nod. “Someone special?” The fecker has been on my case since I told him about the wee thing I met at the rehab.
I shrug it off, not wantin’ to get into it right now. But he doesn’t leave. I know he won’t until he gets an answer from me.
“I don’t know yet,” I tell him honestly. There are things I want to sit down and talk to Clover about. She needs to open up, to tell me all those secrets she’s hidin’. “We’ll see.”
“Aye, bring her around. Just remember what I said to ye,” he says. “If she’s someone ye trust, then she’s welcome in our home.” And with that, he walks out.
I trust her, aye, but I know she’s still keepin’ parts of herself from me. I’m sure it’s got to do with that bastard she was datin’. If I ever get my hands on the wee cunt, I’ll make him pay fer hurtin’ her.