Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 60(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 60(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
My time in the military left me gruff, blunt, and quite frankly, not fit for regular society.
So, when Nicole is waiting outside the clubhouse gates when I get home, ready to bombard me for a potential charity fundraising event, I shut her down quick.
We're in the middle of a war. Both women attached to the club have been attacked by our rival. I won't let it happen to her, too.
Except... it does. Despite me keeping my distance, they come for her, too.
But I'm not as kind as my brothers.
Anyone who touches her has me to contend with.
**This book is book three of a four-book series with an overarching plot. It is highly recommended to read this series in order. Savage Crows MC Texas Charter and Savage Crows MC Mother Charter do NOT have to be read prior to reading this series.**
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1
Grit
Carter rolled up next to me at the stop sign, and with a sigh, I arched my brow at him, waiting for him to spit out whatever he needed to say to me. Carter, the youngest in our small found family, sometimes just didn’t know when to leave me alone. We’d been riding for hours to get home after doing a weapons exchange with another small club. I wanted peace and quiet with nothing but the rumble of my bike accompanying my ears. Why he couldn’t give me that peace was beyond me.
“You gonna be good if I split from you and go get food from the bar?” he asked. “Fucking starving, man.”
I waved him off. I didn’t care what he did. He’d been part of the same platoon as me, Blink, and Carver, and we’d seen him in action when it came to life-or-death situations. Carter, while lighthearted and just a little quirky ninety-nine percent of the time, was a deadly son of a bitch when the people he cared about needed protecting. And I knew very well that he was more than capable of holding his own.
He nodded once and turned left toward town, while I continued straight, heading for the clubhouse. I wanted a hot shower, maybe a hand job while I was at it—courtesy of my reliable right hand—and then a sandwich. A sandwich always hit the spot after a long ride. There was just something about a little too much mayonnaise that made my gut happy.
But that’d have to wait. Because a red Honda Accord was parked near the gates as I drew closer. A woman with medium-length dark hair that’d been permed into tight ringlets was leaning against the hood, her eyes hidden behind a pair of polarized sunglasses. In a pair of jeans that showed off her curves well with a red sweatshirt tucked into the waistband advertising a Texas college, she definitely had my attention, and not just because she was somewhere she didn’t belong.
She was goddamn beautiful.
I definitely noticed women. I wasn’t blind. But never had any of them snagged my attention the way she did. She just… commanded it without so much as moving. I was so viscerally aware of her, every single one of my senses was on high alert.
A woman like her would be detrimental to my health.
Remaining keenly aware of my surroundings, I turned my bike off but remained on it, my thighs still straddling the seat. “Can I help you?” I asked. I hadn’t seen her around town before, but then again, I didn’t get out much. I preferred staying to myself and sticking to the clubhouse. Going on runs like I’d just come back from was the most out-and-about-ing I did. This woman didn’t seem dangerous, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have ties to the rival club we were currently at war with.
The Lockheart MC were nothing more than a bunch of cocky assholes who thought they were holier than thou. And they didn’t like us moving in on a buyer they wanted. But we’d checked all our bases before setting up shop here to make sure we wouldn’t step on anyone else’s toes, and they weren’t running us out of fucking town. In fact, after he’d run Blink’s old lady, Lindsey, off the road, and he’d abused the absolute fuck out of his daughter, Jennifer, who was now Carver’s old lady, running us out of town was the last thing the Lockheart MC would be getting.
A bullet in each of their skulls would be their gift for thinking they could fuck with us.
The woman pushed off her car, her black boots crunching across the gravel as she bravely made her way to me. When she pushed her shades to the top of her head, revealing pretty hazel eyes that were a stunning mix of green and gold, the breath was knocked from my lungs. No woman had any fucking right being this damn attractive, yet there she was right in my fucking face.
“I’ve been trying to get in contact with your president all day, but whenever he answers the phone, he just hangs it right back up as soon as I get ready to introduce myself. And I’m pretty sure he’s disconnected the line at this point.”
I wouldn’t be surprised. Blink didn’t allow calls to the clubhouse except for when one of us were calling or the old ladies. We didn’t care for other calls, and he certainly didn’t. Blink was an asshole through and through. A man of few words, too. Hearing he’d hung up on her multiple times was actually right up his alley.
“What do you want?” I asked, needing to get this over with so I could send her on her way and forget she existed. Any other woman, I might have tried to entice into bed just so I didn’t have to use my hand, but this woman spelled trouble. And I avoided trouble at all fucking costs. At this point in my life, I wanted peace as much as possible.