Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 107118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
“The prick from Mexico,” AK added. I could hear the venom in his voice. The bastard had been two minutes away from taking his bitch and her kid to Mexico to sell as slaves.
“Yeah, that fucker.” Ky ground his hands into fists. This Garcia had nearly gotten Ky’s kid too. “Told you he had history with my sister. Now that history is repeating itself.”
Styx sat forward and lifted his hands, and Ky translated. “Diablos got word to us about Garcia sniffing around. This you know. But Chavez, the Diablo prez, called us today to say that Garcia has sent men to Texas to find Sia. For all he knows she’s living in fucking Australia. But we’re here, and he’s starting with us.”
“Why the hell have you brought her here if he’s gonna look here first? Seems pretty counterproductive to me, non?” I asked. Ky’s bullet eyes slammed into mine.
He leaned forward. “Well, mon frère, I—no, we—can all fucking protect her better here. Where she was living, if he found it, he could get to her without anybody even realizing he was back.” Ky gritted his teeth. “And if he got her again . . . if he fucking touched her again . . .” Ky trailed off to silence, then shot to his feet and stormed out of the room.
My brow furrowed at his abrupt exit. The brother was a hothead, but not normally this out of control.
Styx nodded for AK to translate his sign language. AK read Styx’s hands and said, “We patrol the compound in shifts. I’m in touch with the Diablos in case they get more intel. Tanner.” Styx looked Tanner’s way. “We need you on the computer doing whatever the fuck it is you do on there to see what the asshole is up to.”
“Got it, Prez,” Tanner said. “I’ll see what I can find. Have to say though, the last time I looked into the cartel shit, they were ironclad.” Cowboy must have felt my leg bouncing up and down, because he discreetly slid his hand onto my thigh under the table. I paused on feeling his hand and let it stop me from losing my shit. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, in and out. I focused on calming my racing heart. On slowing down my pulse.
When I opened my eyes I glanced at Cowboy, nodding to let him know I was calm. Viking was watching us from across the table. He raised his eyebrows, making a stupid fucking kissing motion with his mouth, but as usual with the brother, his attention was on us for all of three seconds before something else entered his head. “Prez?” he asked, and Styx’s hazel eyes locked on the club secretary. “Inquiring minds wanna know—”
“Don’t bother, Vike,” AK butted in, clearly anticipating that whatever Vike was gonna say would be bad.
Vike ignored him. “Inquiring minds wanna know if there’s free rein on Ky’s sister.” He splayed his hands. “You know the rules: pussy is in the clubhouse without a brother’s claim and she’s free for any Hangmen dick.”
I felt Cowboy grow just as tense as me. And as if he knew the temperature of my blood had spiked to over a hundred fucking degrees at the thought of Sia being free pussy, his hand was back on my leg, gripping me tighter this time. I opened my mouth to say something, but Styx broke from his eerie stillness and leaned forward.
AK cleared his throat, then he translated, “You listen to me, and you listen good.” Vike nodded, clearly fucking oblivious to the cold anger behind Styx’s words as they came calmly from AK’s mouth. “You go near Sia—” Styx looked around the table at every one of the brothers, including me and Cowboy. “Any of you fuckers touch a hair on her head, I will take you down to the barn and do to you what we would have done to Rider that night months ago.” His lips tightened. “I will tear the flesh from your body until you scream, then I will kill you so slowly that you’ll soon be wishing for death.” In that moment, I knew why Styx was the best choice to be the Hangmen mother chapter’s president. Not just because it was his heritage, but because there wasn’t any part of me that doubted what he was saying, and that the fucker would follow through on the threat without even batting an eye. “She’s my sister just as much as she’s Ky’s. Keep that in all your fucking thick skulls.”
The room was silent as AK finished speaking. That was until Vike said, “So just to clarify, that’s a no on her being free pussy?”
AK grabbed Viking by the cut, yanked him off the seat, and dragged him out of church before Styx could shoot the fucker right where he sat. Flame followed. Styx slammed the gavel on the desk.