Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“Eighty,” Razor corrected him.
“Sounds like we both think that’s where you should be.”
“Fuck you, Wraith.”
Amused, Wraith asked, “Does that prove you have a daddy complex or a mommy one?”
“Save me from amateur psychologists,” Razor grumbled and stalked away.
He wouldn’t be the only one to complain to Wraith. Street appeared next. Holding up a hand to ward off the younger man’s demand, Wraith said, “You want to go. I understand. I would too. Lucien’s rules. No revenge rides until you’ve been a Devil for twelve months.”
“I’m at eleven months, Wraith. That’s close. I’m all in,” Street said.
“You’re welcome to talk to Lucien. Have him message me with his approval.”
“There’s no way in hell he’ll do that.”
“Not a chance. That’s why you’re not joining us. Besides, I need you at the back bar. All the hotheads gather there. We need to protect the bartenders. Can you do that?” Wraith asked, aware that Amber worked on Saturdays and Street watched her like a hawk.
“I’ll do it. But I’m in the next time,” the young biker said, making a last demand.
“If I decide you go,” Wraith told him, meeting Street’s glare with a powerful one of his own.
The standoff lasted for a few seconds before Street nodded and retreated. Wraith made a small tally mark on his scratch sheet next to Razor’s. How many would he end up with by the time he finished?
“I hope you’re not keeping track of the number of minutes I’m late,” Caroline said, glancing at the paper in front of Wraith.
“No, Precious. I’m messing with the schedule for tomorrow night,” he assured her as he stood up to hug and kiss her. “I’m glad to see you, Little girl.”
“Hi, Daddy,” she whispered to him before asking, “Do we have door duty on Saturday?”
“Not on Saturday. You’ll be at home, snuggling with Jam. You might enjoy watching a movie on my laptop.”
“I meant to ask. I’ve got a big TV at my place. We could bring it to your house.”
“That is very sweet of you to offer it,” Wraith told her.
“You don’t want a TV.”
“Not really. I like having all your attention when we’re not working. Between playing in your room, reading, and talking, are you getting bored?”
“No. It’s what everyone else does.” Caroline shrugged.
“Sometimes going along with the rest of humanity isn’t the best thing to do.” Wraith hated the idea of zoning out in front of the TV. But perhaps she needed that escape. He’d keep an eye on her.
“Is anything wrong with the schedule?” she asked.
“No. It’s all fixed now. A group is heading out for a ride tomorrow night. I needed to keep enough Devils here to manage the crowd.”
“Oh, an excursion. I’ll love that.”
“You, Little girl, will be at the cabin safe and secure. This isn’t a joyride.”
“Oh.”
He could tell from her expression that he’d handled that poorly. He didn’t want to spook her further, but he wouldn’t lie to her. “I promise to take you along with the group some other time.”
“Really?”
“Yes, Precious. Another day.”
“Okay. Can we grab some food before we go to the door? Maybe a hot dog and French fries?”
“You are a woman after my own heart. Want chili or boring mustard on yours?” he asked.
“Mustard is less calories,” she said and wrinkled her nose.
“Two hot dogs with chili, it is. Want to come with me or wait at the table and people watch?”
“I’ll stay here.”
“I’ll be fast,” Wraith promised. Leaving the closed area, he weaved through the traffic to the bar to put their orders in and grab a couple of bottles of water. If he was right, his Little girl had forgotten to refill her tumbler while she wrote today.
He turned to meet Hellcat’s furious glare. “Hey, I’m glad to see you moving around. You got out of the hospital today, right?”
“You don’t have me on the list. If anyone deserves to go, it’s me,” Hellcat said and winced as someone ran into him accidentally.
“Tell me you didn’t ride your bike to Inferno,” Wraith demanded.
“Fury brought me from the hospital in a car.”
“Fury did?” Wraith doubted that. The doctors would have instructed him to go home and rest.
“He threatened to walk from his cabin if I didn’t drive him,” Fury said from behind the angry biker.
“Hellcat, go home. If you don’t, I’ll bench you on the next three rides,” Wraith told him. He was absolutely fed up with the amount of crap he’d gotten all day.
“You can’t keep me from trailing you,” Hellcat threatened.
“I can and will. Lucien will pull your membership if you don’t follow protocol.”
“You’d rat me out to Daddy?” Hellcat asked with sarcasm dripping from his words.
“Okay, Hellcat. So that’s why the nurse forced you to sign that paper stating not to make any financial decisions for twenty-four hours. You’ve lost your hold on reality. I’ll drive him home, Wraith. Sorry.” Fury shook his head as he grabbed Hellcat’s arm.