Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“What if we make Oliver believe his plan worked? Let him think he’s in the clear. Then, when he lets his guard down and shows his ugly face, we nab him and teach him a lesson.”
Spec pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. Lock could see his wheels turning. “What’s your plan to trick him?”
“We tell him she’s with one of us. Club property until the rest of the debt is paid off, but we’re happy with the collateral, and he bought himself another week.” It made him a fucking caveman, but a flash of Brenna tied to his bed at his mercy had his dick twitching.
“That’s not a terrible idea. We’ll need to flesh it out a bit and convince her to stay with one of us until this plays out, but the idea’s got potential. Who should we pair her with? Pulse?”
“She can stay with me.” Lock spoke without thinking. His dick immediately rejected the idea of her sleeping under the same roof as any of his brothers. But, fuck, would Spec ever go for it?
“I gotta head straight home after this to let the sitter go. Why don’t I take her with me? She can hang out at my place and get settled. I can work on getting her on board, and we don’t have to overwhelm her by bringing her to the clubhouse. She might be more willing to work with us if she doesn’t think we’re kidnapping her and taking her to our lair. Plus, having Caleb around might make her more comfortable.”
Women loved babies.
Spec snorted but immediately fell serious. His stare took on that judgmental gleam once again. This would be a big responsibility. Keeping their asset safe and getting her to play along with their plan to take Oliver down was no easy feat. It was a big ask. What woman would want to sleep in the same house as a man she didn’t know? One who was part of a group that wanted to kick her ex-boyfriend’s ass? Maybe this was a stupid idea, but he’d brought it up and would see it through. It was time he made himself a valuable member of the club again.
“Look.” Lock stepped closer and lowered his voice to ensure only his enforcer could hear. “I’m clean. I swear it on my fucking life, on Caleb’s. I’m clean, and my house is clean. As I told Curly, I’ll piss in a cup anytime.”
“It’s not that—”
He held up his hand. “You trusted me once before, brother. Maybe I don’t deserve it yet, but I’m asking for your trust again. Or at least the opportunity to show you I’m serious and won’t fuck up.”
Spec stared for a few more agonizing seconds before nodding. “Okay, here’s how this is gonna go down.” He strode over to Brenna. “You’re gonna go with my man, Lock, over here. He’ll tell you the plan when you get to his place.”
“Go with him?” Brenna’s eyes widened as she shook her head fast. “I… no, just no.” She turned her panicked gaze on Lock. “I’m not going anywhere with you. I don’t know you.”
“It’s that, or you come back to our clubhouse where the entire club will be.”
She gasped. “No! No way in hell.” She held her hands as though able to ward them off as she stepped back. “No. I’ll scream. I’ll go to the cops.”
As though she could stop them from whatever they’d do to her. She must have realized it because her voice cracked.
“Please let me go.”
Lock held a finger up to hold off Spec as he stepped toward her. Nerves and distrust rolled off her in thick waves. She was back to shaking and near tears.
“We promised no one would hurt you, and we stand by that. I can’t head to the clubhouse after this because I have a baby at home, and his sitter can’t stay late today. I thought you’d come with me because it’d be more comfortable than a clubhouse full of guys.”
“W-why can’t I just go home? Please. I’ll forget all about this. I’ll keep my mouth shut, and no one will ever know this happened.”
Jinx grunted.
“Toots, this is about protecting you, not us,” Spec said with a roll of his eyes. “Lock, we don’t have time for this shit.”
“What do you mean?” She glared at Lock. “What did he mean by that?”
“We don’t know where Oliver is an—”
“He’s out of town,” she said.
Lock tilted his head. “Is he?”
“Yeah, he… I…” Her shoulders slumped. “I guess I don’t know for sure.”
“We don’t know what he’s planning or what he’ll do the next time he sees you.” He gentled his voice to a comforting tone in a way he never knew he could before becoming responsible for an infant.
“Oliver wouldn’t hurt me. He’s annoying and clearly makes terrible decisions, but he wouldn’t knowingly hurt me.”