Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
But for now, all I want is to curl up somewhere safe and squeeze and hug Logan and tell him I love him, and maybe be squeezed and hugged by someone who’ll tell me the same thing.
Logan, on the other hand, is having the time of his life. He’s sitting in front of Lash, who’s got his arm protectively around him. Even they aren’t happy with having Logan ride like this, but it’s a risk we needed to take if we wanted to get out of there before the police showed up. Jackal seemed confident that there wouldn’t be any repercussions for what happened to Dillard, but being found at the scene of the crime wouldn’t exactly make things any easier for us.
So with my heart in my throat, I put my trust in Lash to keep my boy safe. Logan’s face is one big smile, completely unafraid of the high speed and the wind in his hair. The biker genes run strong in him, another sign that Ice truly was his real father, I suppose. I foresee a lot to handle in my future as he grows up.
We roar into the club and finally slow down in front of the church. I climb off with wobbly legs, mostly held up by adrenaline. Almost before the engines die, Hellfire comes charging down the front steps, eager for news.
Jackal holds up a hand. “Dillard’s out of the picture. We’ll report fully later. We’re taking Dakota and Logan to the apartment.”
Hellfire takes a look between me, Logan and the guys, then with a resigned sigh like something he had long expected to happen finally happened, he nods. “Fine. As long as I know the fucker’s dead, and you come by my office before the end of the day. This could get messy.” He heads back in, but turns at the top of the stairs. “The end of the day, boys. Don’t fucking forget.” And then, more mumbling to himself than to us, “I fucking knew it. The moment they brought her to the fucking club, I fucking knew it.” And then he’s inside.
Jackal leads the way, seeming as eager as me to get back to decompress. Lash herds a laughing Logan ahead of him while making dinosaur sounds. He’s got the helmet with him, and I’ve had to promise to get Mr. Larson back ASAP from our car. Stiff holds my hand in a firm grip while he walks with me, like my emotional support biker.
Inside, Jackal and Stiff squeeze me in between them on the couch. Lash sits close, and Logan climbs into his lap and curls up. Lash puts a hand protectively on his back.
And then I just deflate, like a popped balloon. A shiver chills me when I realize how close today was to going completely, fatally wrong, in so many ways. I can barely believe I’m actually alive, that Logan is alive, that all of my guys are alive, and it was so close so many times. Pile on all the ugly things Dillard said, and I can’t hold it in anymore. A sudden sob racks me right before the floodgates open.
Jackal pulls me in tight, pressing my face against his broad chest, while Stiff wraps his arm around my waist and presses in close behind me.
“Is Mommy okay?” Logan looks at me with concern.
“She will be, big guy,” Lash says and ruffles his hair. “It was a difficult day. You were super brave, though. We’re all so proud of you. You’re a real motorcycle man.”
The way Logan beams at the praise has me smiling, even through the tears. And when Logan leans in close and hugs Lash tightly, I can feel my heart swell.
“Yeah, you did real good, little man.” Lash sends me a little smile while he strokes Logan’s back.
After a good while of just sitting together and letting them comfort me, I finally brush the last of the tears off my face and find my voice again. “So does that mean it’s over?”
“Depends on what you mean.” Stiff runs his fingers up and down my arm in a soothing motion. “Dillard is gone.”
I nod, brushing my cheek against Jackal. “I guess what I mean is, am I safe?” I should be happy, but it doesn’t bring Georgia back.
“I feel like you could do with some protecting still. I’d hate to see all our hard work wasted,” Jackal muses.
Lash nods in agreement. “We’ve invested a lot of time and effort, after all. If we just let her go now, who knows what kinda trouble she might get into?”
“Know what you mean,” Stiff chimes in. “We better keep her close.”
“Um, I’m right here guys.”
“I know you are, that’s the whole point.” Stiff captures my jaw and kisses me softly.
Jackal looks more serious. “I think it would be a good idea to give things a couple days to settle before you start wandering on your own. The worst is probably over since almost all of this was a product of Dillard protecting his own ass, but he used his position as a cop to get a lot of people to help him with his dirty work.”