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)
“You should let him go, darlin’,” Brick adds.
“Fine,” I huff. “However, I’m warning you now that I’m going shopping at Victoria’s Secret and you’re going to be bored.”
“You shopping for sexy underwear could never be boring,” he croons.
I want to tell him to go fuck himself, but Brick comes to my rescue and slaps him hard on the back of the head. “Leave Ghost’s woman alone, moron,” he growls.
“Fuck,” Iron hisses.
“He may not seem it, Lenny, but he’s safe.”
“I’ll take your word for it, Brick,” I answer, making him laugh. “Get a move on, Iron, if you’re coming.”
Iron takes a rag from Brick and wipes his hands, before jogging to the truck. He comes around the driver’s side and holds out his hand. “Keys, woman.”
“Oh no. I’m driving.”
“There’s a code of contact. I’m the man with the dick and in my world that means I drive the woman around,” he argues.
I forehead furrows in irritation. “This is a new world and I drive. If your dick can’t handle it, I could cut it off so it wouldn’t be an issue.”
He studies my face and then shakes his head. “You’re hard as hell, aren’t you Lennox?”
I hope in the truck and start it up. “You have no idea,” I warn. I’m pretty sure he won’t hear the warning and that’s going to be bad for both of us.
Chapter 21
Iron
I hop in the truck, knowing what’s going to happen and dreading it. It’s not like I want to do this. It’s just that the bitch isn’t giving me any alternative. Ghost is so glued to her side that I’m not going to get many more chances either. It’s basically a now or never scenario. I almost feel a little guilty. I like Ghost. I even planned on keeping him in the club once I took over. That’s probably not going to happen now and it’s Lennox’s fault. She’s ruining all of my plans. Plus, she’s bringing up the past when I thought I had put it behind me.
I hated that motherfucker Bones with a passion. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about that. Still, he made me rich and cut me in on every deal he had running—especially the ones that went against Ivan Levkin because those were the most lucrative ones. In return, I did his grunt work. I didn’t mind. I kept my face out of it. No one—not even fellow club member—knew I was in on it all. I was meticulous in protecting myself. The only ones I got to help me do Bones’ bidding were hired friends that had no association with the club. I played things smart.
At least until Bones had me off a fourteen-year-old kid.
I didn’t want to kill Lennox’s brother. I’m not a monster and he was just a kid. I simply had no choice. You don’t make these deals and back out on them. Besides, it’s not like I knew the kid. When he started crying for his sister, getting louder and louder, it bothered me to the point that I got rattled. I shot him and while my buddy was filming it for proof, I used the wrong hand and revealed the tattoo of my mother in the film. It was a stupid, fucking amateur mistake. Still, I figured once Bones died my secret and the video died with him. So, I put it all behind me.
I had plans. I’ve been working on them silently in the background for the past year. I’m going to eventually challenge E-Z for president. One day this is going to be my club and the money will be in my control. E-Z and Shadow are the only ones standing in my way. I’ll deal with them. I was already in the process of dealing with Shadow when Lennox showed up and began fucking with my life.
I’ve taken great pains in hiding my tattoo from her, but wearing long sleeves are killing me. Phoenix can be damn hot. I know the men are starting to wonder, because I barely wear shirts, let alone ones that cover me completely. Still, I had no choice. The tattoo starts at my elbow and continues to just above my wrist. I could have covered it up with more ink, but I wasn’t willing to do that. It’s a tattoo of my mother and there’s a reason I have it.
So, I’ve just been biding my time. The minute Lennox saw it, I knew she would start blabbing to Ghost and E-Z. They’d piece it together pretty quickly from there. I just have no choice other than to get rid of her—no matter how much I like Ghost.
I take out my phone and text Deuce. He and I go way back. He helped when I was dealing with Bones and he’ll step back in now.