Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Her world is crashing around her. Everywhere she turns, she feels trapped. Panicking, Kelsey takes matters into her own hands. She would have succeeded, but Killer saves her, acting quickly.
Never before in all of his life has Killer been scared, and he’s even taken lives with his very hands. But seeing Kelsey’s on the brink of death, he knows he has to do something to protect her from the man who calls himself her husband.
It’s a race against time for Killer to protect his woman, as her husband is not all he seems to be. He’s got enemies who are looking for any way to hurt him. Will The Skulls be there for Killer, or will he face his enemies alone in order to protect the woman he loves?
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Chapter One
Kelsey had fucking lied to him. What the fuck was he supposed to think? A husband? Were a bunch a kids about to jump out at him as well? Slamming back another shot of whiskey, Killer relished the burn as the hot liquid slid down his throat. He couldn’t deal with what had just happened. Gripping the edge of the bar he pointed to the latest prospect to give him another shot. All he wanted was alcohol to help him deal with the revelation. The sounds of baby cries filled the room. Lash, Nash, Murphy, and fucking Tiny all had their newborn kids around for a fucking barbeque. The new compound was much like the last one only this one had a lot more space. It had been over a year since the attack from The Darkness. Life was back to normal, in his life at least—apart from what he just learned about Kelsey.
“Hey, Giant, how are you doing?” Tate asked, coming to stand beside him. Killer wasn’t in the mood for her jokes or even to talk. Out of all of the women, he liked her the least. She was too bossy and didn’t deserve Murphy, in his opinion.
“Go away,” he said, sipping at another glass of whiskey.
“Ah, what’s the matter?”
Gritting his teeth he tried to rid the memory of the jumped up pussy in a suit climbing out of a limo and announcing he was Kelsey’s husband. When Killer saw the truth in her eyes, he had gotten on his bike and was out of there. He wasn’t sticking around to get muddled up with a married woman.
You love Kelsey. She’s not just some married woman.
“Did you and Kelsey think it was fucking funny to see me falling for her?” he asked, letting all of his feelings be known as he spoke. The anger refused to go away. All he wanted to do was cause pain and hurt the first person who stepped out of line. For once in his life he’d thought he found the right woman for him. From the moment he’d first set eyes on Kelsey he’d fallen deep. She wasn’t like any woman he ever known. Her timid, somewhat shy approach to life humbled him. He loved her curves and her love of cooking.
No, he wasn’t a saint. Over the years he’d fucked many women without caring for them at all. Women were a way to get his rocks off, but then he’d met Kelsey, changing all of his thoughts. He tried to be different with her. She was a fucking dental nurse who had gone away to college. With Kelsey, he felt different and wanted to be different for her, to be better. He’d really thought they had a chance. She never made him feel thick or stupid in her presence.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Several men turned to look at him, shocked. The anger on their faces was evident.
He slammed back the stool, crowding around Tate. She didn’t back down once or show any sign of being afraid of him. “Your little fucking friend, were you laughing all this time? How you got Killer to be nothing but a fucking sick puppy dog?”
Tate folded her arms. “Actually, Killer, we’ve got a lot more interesting things to talk about than you.”
Grabbing her arms, he hauled her up close. “Then tell me, Tate, why is she fucking married and I’m the last one to know?”
“Get the fuck off my wife,” Murphy said, grabbing Killer’s arm. He didn’t move, only glared at Tate but released her slowly. Turning to Murphy, he saw the rage in the other man’s scarred face. No one touched the women, not even in anger, and Killer was crossing the line. Over the last year Murphy had been receiving treatment for the burns he’d gotten from his exploding bike when they were attacked by The Darkness. The scars were a constant reminder of what happened to all of them and the lives lost during that stressful time. Shrugging Murphy off, Killer saw he also held their son in his other arm.