Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“We hear or see anythin’ more, we’ll get in touch.” Zeke stood and Rage did the same.
Romeo and Voodoo also got to their feet. “We’ll do the same, brother.”
Zeke nodded as they clasped hands and bumped shoulders.
Their relationship had come a long way from when the Knights’ prez was chasing his ol’ lady Maddie and Romeo thought Zeke was trying to get a piece of her.
He hadn’t been, but he still did shit on purpose to set Romeo off about it.
Once they were outside and heading toward their sleds, Rage muttered, “Funny how he talks to you now, unlike when he used to think you were a cocky little shit.”
“‘Cause I was.” Zeke shrugged and grinned. “Might still think that way, too. But best part ‘bout that is, I now wear the same fuckin’ prez patch as he does so he got no choice but to deal with me.” He stopped next to Black Betty and faced Rage. “Time to put some plans in place. For the businesses and for everyone under our watch. Gonna talk to Vi about movin’ Ledger and Kyra out to the farm.”
Rage nodded. “Yeah, good fuckin’ idea. Been thinkin’ about Bri’s situation, too.”
“You ain’t the only fuckin’ one.”
“Doubt she’ll want to give up that damn apartment. She likes the convenience and the independence.”
“We tell her she’s gotta move, she’s gotta move. Ain’t her fuckin’ choice.”
Rage grunted. “Good luck with that shit.”
Zeke agreed it wouldn’t be easy but it needed to be done. “Between Chaos and Nash, they might be able to convince her without it becomin’ a damn fight.”
“Chill might be able to talk some sense into her, too,” Rage suggested.
While his younger brother had a hard-on over the pawn shop’s co-manager, that didn’t mean she’d listen to him. “She’s pretty damn stubborn.”
Rage shot him a no shit look. “What woman ain’t?”
No shit was right. He was about to deal with one himself.
And he wasn’t talking about Vi or Bri.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Had the man standing in her kitchen lost his damn mind?
Zeke’s excuse to stop over was to say goodnight to his son. Once he did that and Ledger had fallen asleep, he’d hung around for some reason.
Originally, Kyra thought he’d done it in hopes they’d hook up again, but it hadn’t taken her long to learn the real reason. Or at least the main reason.
“I have a year-long lease, Zeke. It’ll cost me a small fortune to break it.” And just because he was Ledger’s father didn’t mean he could dictate everything else in her life.
Was her apartment perfect? No, but it did the job and was affordable. It was also close to both her parents’ place and her brother’s.
“Got it covered.”
He got it covered? “Why are you insisting that I move onto the farm?”
“Safer for you.”
Something smelled off. “Why are you worried about my safety? Is something going on that you’re not telling me about?”
“Ledger’s the son of a MC president.”
That was a fact she obviously knew, considering she’d given birth to him. “So?”
“Never know when another MC’s gonna cause shit.”
Her eyes went wide and her heart did a somersault. “Are you saying Ledger is in danger?” Holy shit.
He scraped a hand down his beard. One of his tells when he was trying to avoid a subject. “Ain’t sayin’ that. Just tryin’ to make sure my family’s safe. Just like when my old man built the DAMC compound. He was lookin’ out for his family. You’d also be close to Vi.”
She could easily visit Vi whenever she wanted. They lived in a mid-sized town surrounded by suburbia, not a sprawling metropolis. “While that’s nice, I’m not sure I can afford one of the cabins.” Especially once they’d been renovated after Vi and her sisters inherited the farm.
If she remembered correctly, the cabins were so much nicer than her humble apartment. The Dougherty women had them upgraded to justify an increase in rent.
“You can afford one.”
That statement made her eyebrows rise sky high. “You don’t know how much I earn.”
“Don’t need to know. Got it covered.”
Those same eyebrows took a deep dive. “Who’s got it covered?”
“For fuck’s sake, Ky. Got it fuckin’ covered. My kid. My w—”
Her eyebrows shot up again, so high this time they almost launched off her face. “Your…”
“Mother of my kid.”
Of course he had been about to say “woman” and caught himself.
My woman. Grunt, grunt, grunt.
Only problem was—and it was a big one—she was no longer his “woman.” She was the mother of his child. Nothing more.
“Even if I could afford one of the cabins, I’m sure they don’t have any available.”
“Ain’t true.”
She narrowed her eyes on him. “Did you make arrangements without consulting with me first?”
“Talked to Vi. Wanted to see if she had any open. She’s gonna in a coupla weeks. One of the tenants gave notice last month.”
“Really? Or did you pressure that poor tenant to move out so you could move us in?” She wouldn’t put it past him to intimidate someone to get what he wanted. And for some reason, he wanted her to move out of her current apartment.