Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“Tanner was not his kid, he was mine. His name wasn’t ‘Hayes’ it was Storm,” I snarled, slamming the paper down on the table once I read the thing. “And she wasn’t the one who chose to do organ donation, I was.”
That was only a few of the things I’d noticed wrong about the article, and I had a half a mind to call up the so called reporter who’d written it and give her a piece of my mind.
“I’ve got to go,” I said, standing abruptly. “Let me know if you have any questions on the case.”
He wouldn’t have any questions.
Wolf and I shared all evidence between our cases.
He knew why I’d been looking for the guns that Robert Toler had sold on an online garage sale site.
Knew everything related to my son’s case.
He knew, as well as all the Uncertain Saints.
They’d caught me beating information out of a man that’d been witness to a shooting and had given us misleading information.
All the information he’d given the police were lies, though, and I had to deliver a lesson in telling the truth. And, my brothers, had stood there and watched me do it.
I’d known they were there, of course.
But nothing would have stopped me until I delivered my message. It was my good fortune, though, that they’d found me.
I’d not been in a good place after my divorce.
Not at all.
And with their help, I’d been able to channel that anger into sheer determination and will.
They’d given me that from the get-go, however.
There’d been no ‘initiation’ or ‘prospecting’ like normal motorcycle clubs do.
My membership had been based solely on my character.
They needed someone like me.
Just like I needed someone like them.
We were just a bunch of guys with knowledge, skills and connections, all bound together by the simple fact that we’d each been royally fucked over by someone at some point in our lives
It was what I’d needed.
And I’d gotten it.
They’d gotten me.
Wolf nodded to me as I stood. “I’ve got breakfast.”
I snorted.
We had company cards.
It didn’t matter who ‘had’ breakfast.
Neither one of us really had to pay for it.
“Got it,” I said. “Thanks.”
He nodded, watching me as I turned and left.
I felt his eyes on me the entire way.
I knew he was worried.
Hell, there were days I was just as worried about him as he was about me.
But that was the reality of living with the knowledge that you’d been screwed over, and each of my brothers knew it.
They worried.
Kind of like a certain red head who followed me out.
I’d gotten to the back alley, slowing down a bit when I realized she was following me.
I didn’t know what I was going to say.
She didn’t need to get tangled up in my business right now.
I was a fucked up mess who was just as likely to get arrested as I was to arrest someone.
I was walking on a fine line, one that straddled legal and not legal.
And every day I was leaning more and more towards the not legal side of life.
Something that a sweet girl who volunteered and still went to visit her parents every Sunday didn’t really need to be a part of.
“Griffin!” Lenore called.
I didn’t slow down.
Instead, I rounded the side of the restaurant and disappeared into the shadows cast by the building.
Lenore appeared at the corner, and I could tell by the look on her face that she was sorely disappointed.
She wandered to look around the other side, stopping within inches of me, which was why I was able to see the sorrowful look in her eyes that she didn’t try to cover up at all.
She wanted to talk to me and I’d gutted her by not stopping.
So when she turned to head back the way she’d come, my hand shot out and I roughly pulled her into the shadows.
She cried out as she slammed into me, and my arm banded around her back to hold her still.
“Shhh,” I said under my breath. “It’s me.”
She instantly collapsed.
Full blown, knees giving out, collapsed.
“Fuck,” I said, my hand going down to wedge under one ass cheek. “I’m sorry.”
She shook, and I turned and pressed her against the wall.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” I said softly against her ear.
Her arms threaded around my neck, and she hugged me tightly to her.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I just have to tell my heart to stop beating out of my chest is all.”
I snorted and leaned back.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“You l-left,” she whispered.
I lifted a brow at her.
“Yeah,” I said. “I have to go to work.”
She shook her head. “No. I mean, this morning. You were there around dawn, and then you left and didn’t come back.”
I was wary of the way she was taking this conversation.
“Yeah,” I answered.
For some reason, the idea of her being upset that I left did funny things to my heart, and made me feel incredibly guilty.
“I didn’t want you to leave.”
My eyes closed and I leaned my head forward until it rested against her head.
“I’m not a good person,” I told her. “In fact, it’s very likely that by the end of the year, I’ll end up in jail because I’ve been toeing that line too close to the edge. There’s no reason you need to be taken down with me. There’s nowhere for us to go,” I said. “You and I don’t work.”
“You don’t know that.”
I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “You don’t know me. You don’t know what I’ve done. What I plan to do. All you know is that I fucked you good.”
She scowled at me. “That’s not what I was thinking. How dare you put words in my mouth.”
I laughed softly against her cheek, letting my head rest against the top of hers.
“It doesn’t matter what your reason is,” I said, moving away until she stood on her own two feet. “My mind’s not going to change. I won’t be responsible for you. I’m going to fuck you up.”
Her spine straightened as she glared at me.
“So why’d you even involve me at all? Why not leave me the fuck alone in the first place? Then we wouldn’t be standing here having this conversation right now,” she seethed.