Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Hyram grunted. “He’s a fucking cop, William.”
I shrugged. “This club has taken out cops before, remember? Your brother-in-law took out one. The same fucking cop you were behind bars for assaulting, might I add.”
Hyram rolled his eyes. “He was also trying to traffic my little sister and my fucking niece, William.”
“And this mother fucker may take Chet from me,” I growled, jabbing my index finger so hard against his desk, pain pulsed through my hand. “Chet is a smart ass with a spine of steel. And I know he worked his way into being a patched member, to being the fucking secretary, but he still gets flashbacks that leave him in fucking panic attacks, Hyram,” I confessed. “I know that mother fucker will melt Chet’s spine of steel into liquid metal. I promised him I’d never let anyone hurt him again, least of all his shithead sperm donor. Don’t make me go back on my word, Hy.”
Hyram pinched the bridge of his nose. “If you want to take him out, it’d be best to let the Bratva handle it.”
I shook my head. “This is my fucking kill. Deny me, and I’ll do what the fuck I want anyway, Hyram. Don’t test me.”
He glowered at me. “I’m your fucking president, William. You repeated that same oath everyone else did. Remember your place.”
I jerked to my feet and jabbed my finger against his polished wood desk for the second time. “No, you remember your fucking place. Chet is mine,” I growled. “Would you let a cop live if he was a threat to Thyrie?” Thyrie was Hyram’s old lady. She was an incredible woman with balls bigger than most men I’d met. And she dragged Hyram around by the dick. Still, Hyram knew I had him right where I wanted him.
If someone was a threat to Thyrie’s safety, he’d take them out. Cop or not. Just as he’d attempted to do for his sister.
“Fuck you, William,” Hyram finally growled. “You want to do this? Fine. But you take Malachi with you, you hear me? He’ll have your back. And when you leave this clubhouse, you have twenty-four-fucking-hours to get your ass back here, understand?”
I nodded once. “Understood. And you do not let Chet out of this clubhouse, clear?”
Hyram sighed. “You deal with Chet, William. You’re the only person he truly listens to anyway.”
I nodded once and turned from the room, heading for my apartment, where I’d left Chet napping after fucking his brains out not even thirty minutes earlier.
1
Chet
Ilifted my head, watching as William tried sneaking back into our room. He knew I couldn’t sleep without him right beside me. The moment he’d gotten out of bed, I’d been aware he was leaving me, and I’d been awake since, despite my mind still being fuzzy and my body absolutely worn out from being tied to the bed and punished for being a brat earlier before William proceeded to fuck me like a man starved.
“Where did you go?” I mumbled.
William looked over at me and sighed. “How long have you been awake?” His voice was pitched low and gravelly, like always. He rarely talked to anyone. I was the only person he wasn’t bothered actually speaking to.
I shrugged and tugged the blankets closer around me, wanting to cocoon myself. “Since you left.” I peeked out at him from beneath the blankets. “Why did you leave?” I hated the pout in my voice. To everyone else, I was a jokester. I loved running my mouth and being the life of the party. But William brought out the side of me that made me more vulnerable. He let me be vulnerable. Sure, William was a jackass, and sometimes, I wasn’t sure he was all human. But he was mine, just as I was his, and I knew he would never abandon me.
That was what made him so special to me. I was so codependent on this man that I knew when he died, I’d follow right behind him. I didn’t know how to breathe without him.
William studied me for a moment, then wordlessly strode over to the mini-fridge in our room, grabbing a bottle of water, a small bottle of juice, and one of the mini-tubs of chocolate ice cream. William liked to give me chocolate after a particularly brutal session, but I wasn’t a fan of the candy itself, so he compromised and gave me chocolate ice cream.
I was always a fan of ice cream, no matter the flavor. It tended to mess my stomach up though, so he never gave me much—just a few spoonfuls.
“You should be resting,” William reprimanded as he came over to the bed. I pushed myself into a sitting position, wincing when my body protested. I was going to be covered in bruises in a few hours, but that was fine. I liked being covered in William’s marks just as much as he liked marking me.