Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
She nestled against my chest and her breathing gradually slowed and deepened as she drifted off to sleep.
The burner phone I kept on me in the clubhouse buzzed and I picked it up. Opening it, I saw a text from Knuckles.
Knuckles: All done.
So, Flagg and Randall were dead.
Me: Thanks.
I shut the phone and laid it back on the nightstand. Carrie mumbled something in her sleep and adjusted her position before settling back into a deep sleep.
I thought about what had happened over the last several hours. The club dynamic was about to change drastically. If we took over operations for The Hammer, it would mean more money for the club. There would be risks, but we’d use every resource available to minimize those risks.
There were lots of challenges ahead for Kiss of Death, but I knew we’d come out on top in the end. I also knew that we were gaining glaring vulnerabilities in our women. I also knew those vulnerabilities were in our having so much to lose. Not our women. They were all badasses. Carrie more than the others, but they could all hold their own.
I thought it was fitting that the biggest warrior of our three old ladies was the woman of Kiss of Death’s sergeant at arms. She was a fighter just like me. She’d be my biggest asset and my strongest supporter.
“God, I love you, Killer.” I whispered the declaration against her hair. “So Goddamned much.”
She tilted her head up and smiled at me. “I love you too, Hawk. I love you too.”
I loved my life…