Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“Hey, squirt. Gonna need you to stay with Gina for a while. That OK?”
“Sure! Maybe she’ll make cheeseburgers again!” Effie jumped into Lemon’s arms and hugged her tightly before going inside the house. Lemon followed her and returned a minute or so later. She headed straight for me, her shoulders back and the most determined look on her face I’d ever seen.
“Yeah. Someone’s gettin’ their balls busted.”
“You’re damned right, they are. Call fuckin’ church.”
I didn’t answer her. We got in the truck and I took us to a barn on the southern edge of the property we occupied.
“Why do I get the fuckin’ feelin’ this ain’t fuckin’ church, Rocket?” Yeah. She was good and fucking pissed. “We got shit to get fuckin’ straight. Startin’ with what the fuck really happened to Gina after she got here.”
“I’m gonna call church, sour puss. But first you’re gonna tell me what’s got you in such a foul mood.”
Then she told me everything about her conversation with Gina. By the time she’d finished, I was nearly as angry as Lemon was. I couldn’t show it. Not yet. I knew once I lost the tight control I had on my emotions bad things were going to happen.
“You’re right.” I had to give her this. Because she was right. “We keep too damned many secrets from each other.”
“Rocket, I’m an outsider. I’m eighteen years old, a fuckin’ kid compared to you guys. But I’m tellin’ you right now. You cannot have a club like this and not pull your shit together. This is a perfect example of why you can keep secrets from the outside world, even your old ladies, but you cannot keep secrets from each other.”
“Not arguing with you, woman.” I knew my response came out angry. I also knew Lemon wouldn’t take it personally. In fact, I thought she’d appreciate I was upset over something that had happened and had been very preventable. I pulled out my phone and shot a text off to Crush, telling him to call church. I wanted every single motherfucking man in this club to meet at the barn in fifteen minutes. Anyone not here could expect a slow, painful death when I found them. This shit ended today. Right this Goddamned second. I told him to be prepared for him and Byte to tell everyone everything he knew about Hammer and Gina and the woman’s involvement in keeping Scarlet under control by threatening her sisters. “Fuck!”
Unable to take the confines of the truck any longer, I stormed out, slamming the door shut and stalking inside the barn. There was something very similar to this very structure at Iron Tzars. It was where I’d watched and participated in completely destroying Hammer’s body. While he was still alive. That incident had taken far less time than it should have. Now, I had to wonder if there were going to be more men I had to take apart in much the same way.
“Rocket.” Lemon marched up to me. When I turned to tell her to go back to the truck, she snagged my beard and pulled me down for a scorching kiss.
Immediately, I bunched her hair in my fist, angling her head where I wanted it to better dominate her. Anger and aggression overrode good sense and I forgot she was relatively new to sex. Lemon didn’t push me away, though. In fact, she fought me for dominance. Yeah. Not fucking happening.
I shoved her against the wall and spun her around. She still wore my property patch on her vest. It wasn’t until this very moment I realized I’d expected her to renounce my claim on her, her claim on me, and demand to be taken back to Evansville. Or that she’d dispense with the pleasantries and just wreak havoc on this place. Realistically, she didn’t have a chance of doing that. But I’d bet the entire Goddamned world she’d put several of us out of our fucking miseries before the others took her down.
Given everything she’d told me, I should have asked her permission. Made sure she wanted me to fuck her. But I couldn’t. She’d initiated this. If she wanted to stop it, she knew how.
“Get your Goddamned pants unfastened, Lemon,” I growled. “Now. Or I’m rippin’ ‘em off you.”
It was the only permission I was capable of asking. I needed to be inside her like I needed to fucking breathe! Lemon was my only anchor in a turbulent sea. The only person in the motherfucking world capable of keeping me from destroying this whole fucking place.
She unfastened her jeans and shoved them off her hips so they were around her thighs. With her boots on there was no way to get them off any farther. And they were fucking skintight. When I’d first seen her in them, I’d fucking adored her in them. Now I wasn’t sure I could stay sane if I couldn’t get them down far enough to fuck her.