Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Billionaire Bikers MC wanted to get to the center of it, wipe it out, and they were so close, only now that was gone.
There was currently only one surviving member of Monster Dogs MC, and Lash had him chained up in a secret location. No one knew he was alive.
Luke was the one and only son of the president himself. And so far, Luke was not talking.
“What are you going to do?” Angel asked, bringing him back to their room, where he held onto his wife’s arm.
“Keep it together, it is all I have to do.”
Whizz and Lacey were currently not talking. They were dealing with their daughter hanging on by a thread in a hospital room.
He’d taken his son’s patch, along with the young children who had come so close to earning their patches. Even the outsiders that had become friends with their kids. They had all been so close to earning everything, and now that was all gone.
For the first time since being in charge of the Skulls, he finally understood what Tiny felt. The man had once been in over his head, and Lash had thought he was incompetent, but right now Lash didn’t know what the next move should be.
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“I’m not leaving,” Anthony said.
“You smell like fucking shit, and I don’t recall asking for your permission to leave,” Lash said.
Anthony looked up at his father. He had been inside Daisy’s room all night, and the moment Whizz and Lacey arrived he stepped out and took his stance on the floor outside.
He’d left long enough for a bathroom break. He didn’t know when the last time he ate was, or when he last drank. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was there was no change in Daisy. She hadn’t improved, but she also hadn’t gotten worse.
Anthony went to look back at the floor, and then he was suddenly hauled off. It had been a long time since he was thrown across his father’s shoulder. He was a grown man, not light by any means, and yet Lash without a word carried him as if he didn’t weigh anything. This was the man who had once snapped a man’s neck with his bare hands.
“Dad, put me down.”
There was no way he was going to wriggle. There was a chance the old man would throw him across the room if he pissed off his father, and he didn’t want that. He had no choice but to be carried out of the hospital like he was child.
Once they were outside, Lash shocked him even more by placing cuffs around his wrist.
“What the fuck?” Anthony asked.
The cuff was attached to Lash’s wrist. “We’re heading home. You’re getting a shower, changed, and then you’re going to have something to eat.”
“I need to be in the hospital with her. She could wake up at any moment.”
“And until she does, you’re going to take care of yourself.”
“No,” Anthony said.
Lash laughed. “Do you think I am going to take no for an answer? If you want to play this game with me, then you and I will play, but trust me, Anthony, you are going to lose.”
He stared at his dad and had no doubt in his mind that his father had something up his sleeve. There was a chance he would make it impossible for him to get to Daisy, or he would do something to make it difficult.
Anthony glanced back at the hospital. “I can’t leave her.”
“You’re not. Daisy would not want you to kill yourself while waiting for her,” Lash said.
He took a deep breath. Anthony didn’t like this feeling. In the last twenty-four hours, it was like he was making up for the twenty-four years of his life when he didn’t feel anything. Anthony missed the lack of pain.
He didn’t want to feel this way, but each second Daisy was alone in that hospital bed was like his whole body was being torn open. Layer by layer, he was being stripped of what made him, him. This was all wrong. He wanted emptiness. To not feel anything.
Then he saw the knife sliding straight into Daisy’s body, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. He knew he had fucked up. Daniella had plunged the blade into Daisy’s chest, but she didn’t kill her, not yet.
“Daisy can’t die,” Anthony said.
“She is not going to die, and you and I are going to take care of you. It is what Daisy would want.”
He wanted to fight and argue. Looking back up at the hospital, Anthony could finally agree that he hated these buildings. Chained to his dad, he had no choice but to follow. It was the last thing he wanted to do. His dad hadn’t come to the hospital on a bike, but in a car.
Anthony had to climb through the driver’s side to get into the passenger seat as he was chained to his father. This sucked, big time. Glancing down at the cuff, he knew there was no getting away from this without his father’s permission.