Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“You need to go to Mr. Wilcox.”
“What?”
“He’s ... funding them.”
Big Dick looked at Alan, waiting to see if he was lying.
“Did you know this?”
“No, I didn’t know until tonight,” Alan said. “He came and he was panicking. I don’t know what the fuck he was rambling about but the moment he said the Hell’s Bastards MC, I told him to stop.”
“Your brother has just signed his own death sentence,” Big Dick said.
“I know.”
Big Dick frowned as he looked at Alan. “What?”
“Please, I know my brother is bad news, and I know I have no right to ask this, but please protect my family, Big Dick. That is all I ask. The Hell’s Bastards MC, I know they have a reputation, and I know I was never good enough to get in, but Fort Clover is better with you guys. I don’t want anyone else taking over. Please. I had nothing to do with this.”
Big Dick looked at Alan. This fucker was many things, but he was not a liar. It was some kind of moral code of his that he always found particularly funny. He was happy to do a lot of shit, get in trouble, cause fights, and everything in between, but he didn’t lie, and he never set out to hurt Fort Clover.
Big Dick backed away. “You better hope Erick is alive.” And with that, he turned on his heel.
“You think that is wise?” Brick asked.
“Call it in to Smokey. Let him know we’re going to one of Wilcox’s properties.”
“You think you know which one?”
“Oh, I know which one. It has got to be the only one that is a far enough drive away. The very same one that was grounded in its operation about an hour out of time, because he didn’t have the proper permits.” Wilcox had always been attempting to bring a large mall closer to Fort Clover, or some kind of state with branded shops. He wanted to close down the small town, or better yet, keep the residents at his mercy. He was a wealthy man, and taking business out of town would not really affect him, not if he was the one responsible for bringing it to Fort Clover.
So far, the town had been able to stop all attempts at ruining their lives, but it would seem Wilcox had got into some bad company.
Brick called it in, and he started heading toward the site.
He should have known Andrew was a bad seed. First, he started trying to hang out with Harlow, getting on her good side. Next, he turned his attention to Larissa. He didn’t know what the man’s game plan was, or even why, all he knew was he had to go and get his brother.
On the road, he knew Brick joined him, and it wouldn’t be long before more of the Hell’s Bastards MC was with them.
He couldn’t stop thinking about his brother. Shit with Erick had always been difficult, but the little bastard was still his brother, and he didn’t want anything bad to happen to him. The very thought of anything happening to his brother pissed him off.
The ride was long, and where he usually loved the open road, and the freedom, today it was anything but. There was no freedom. No sense of peace. Just anger. A rage he had felt brewing when it came to the Twisted Bastards MC. It was time to end this, and as they came to the building site, he saw there was a glow from one of the lights coming from the back. He and Brick turned off their ignition, and he looked out across the grounds. He spotted at least ten men.
“Shit,” Brick said.
All of them had guns.
“I don’t see Wilcox,” Brick said.
“Or Andrew,” Big Dick said.
He looked out across the crowd, and he didn’t like what he saw. The odds were not in their favor. The chances of there being more men were high.
“How long are they out?”
“About ten minutes, depending on how long it takes them to get out of the clubhouse, but you know it’s not going to be all the guys,” he said. “Some of them need to stay at the clubhouse.”
“Shit! Fuck!” This was not what he wanted to hear. He had to get to his brother.
Staring at the building site, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen this before, or even figured it out. Wilcox had always been a slippery weasel, and when he saw him that one time, he never fucking suspected he was working for the fucking enemy. It pissed him off. He should have known.
He didn’t know how the Twisted Bastards MC ended up with Wilcox, nor did he know how they got their claws into Andrew. What he did know was that one or both of them had come after his family, and that was a sure sign to get them fucked.