Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
E-Z grabs me, not letting me move forward. “Think the lady has some shit she needs to work through,” he says calmly.
I pull against him but stop when Weasel bends over, grasping his stomach. What the hell?
“Girl has skills. Not many people know exactly where to hit the stomach like that,” Brick praises.
I don’t respond, because I’m watching as she grabs the broom, wielding it like a weapon in some kind of martial arts movie. She twirls it and then brings it up between Weasel’s legs, connecting so hard that the man immediately falls to his knees and begins vomiting.
“Fucking hell,” E-Z practically purrs.
“I didn’t fuck you. I didn’t even kiss you and I never would, you moron!” she growls. “You disgust me. I know your type. I have too much self-worth than to sleep with a one-pump chump.”
“Damn, this girl is making me hard,” Brick says.
“Join the club,” Shadow adds, walking over to us. I calm down slightly. I decide to hold off until I see what else my woman wants. She’s earned the right to call out the asshole. I’ll make sure she’s safe while doing it.
“If I ever hear you spreading shit about me again, I’ll come back and gut you. You don’t know much about me, but believe I can carry through on my threats, Weasel,” she threatens.
I watch her, and I believe she could do it, too. This is not an idle threat at all. My Lennox has some hidden talents. I’m going to have to find out more about her—that’s for damn sure.
“I’m going to kill you, you fucking bitch,” Weasel heaves, trying to get up on his feet.
“What did you say?” she asks, as if she’s daring him to repeat it.
“I said I’m going to kill you,” he roars.
Iron is right there, and as a patched member, I expect him to react. He’s one of the few I trust. He hasn’t let me down. Iron doesn’t get a chance to help, however. It happens so fast that I can’t even believe what I’m seeing. Lennox spins around, her hand moves under Iron’s cut, somehow popping the button on his holster, while grabbing his gun with the ease of a practiced professional. She has the barrel of the gun pointed at Weasel’s temple in the blink of an eye. She holds him by his hair, forcing him to submit. It’s actually a work of art, seeing how she maneuvers her body so that he can’t use her weaknesses to get the upper hand. Lennox has been trained and trained heavily.
“If you so much as try to breathe the same air as me, I will end you. You won’t even see me coming before it’s too late. In fact, I’m so pissed at you right now that I might just do it for the hell of it. I’ll visit you while you sleep and slice your throat open and leave you to bleed out.” Before Weasel can respond, she throws the gun up, catches the barrel and slams it into the side of his head.
Weasel goes down like a pile of bricks. Lennox hands Iron’s gun back to him, which he takes slowly. He’s as stunned as the rest of us. She dusts herself off and finally looks at me. I can see a moment of worry moving over her face before she hides it. “I need a drink,” she announces.
“Prospect,” E-Z booms. “Get the lady a drink.”
“You got it, Boss,” the man responds, and Lennox slowly walks over to us. “What will it be?”
Lennox frowns. “Whiskey, neat.”
He pours it, putting it in front of her. She lifts it up, gives me a wink, and downs it in one gulp. “Can we go finish our burgers now?” she asks me.
“You and I are going to have to talk, Tiger,” I murmur, realizing she’s right. That name does fit her a lot more than kitten.
“Eventually, but right now, I’m hungry.”
“Then, we’ll go eat.”
She walks in front of me. I give E-Z a look and he slightly nods. We’re going to have to research Lennox fully. I put that worry behind me for now, even as I consider the fact that maybe she’s using me, just like she used Weasel… to get inside the club. Things just got a fuck of a lot more complicated.
Chapter 10
Lennox
I fucked up.
That’s all I can think about as we finish eating our dinner. Ghost has barely spoken. When we got back here, I grabbed the black sheets and was going to make his bed. He yanked them out of my hands and picked up a pair of red ones instead. He helped me make the bed, but still didn’t say a word. Then, we ate our dinner—also in silence.
Yes, I truly fucked up.
How many times did my father warn me that my temper was going to interfere with my goals? He’s not wrong. I know that. I just couldn’t stop myself. I force myself to remain calm and remind myself I planned on things like this happening. I have contingency plans in place—of course I do—I just never planned on having to use them. Yet here I am. There’s not a hope in hell that Ghost isn’t going to question me. I just hope Giles did indeed come through with my ID and background. Thank God the man never messes up my orders. He takes special care with everything I give him. Still, when I look at Ghost, I worry. Part of it is because I hate lying to him. It’s not what I want to do. I realize I’m starting to care for him, which scares me. It’s not like I know him that well.