Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
When he first came to us, it was like tryouts. Not that he knew. His superior sent him to us so we could see if we wanted him. If not, he’d call him off. We’ve had Roger in our back pocket for a while now. He told us Blake was a former marine and sniper.
Hell yeah we could use someone with his skills. Having him onboard has made deliveries run a lot smoother. Motherfuckers don’t mess with you when they know they’d fall to the ground dead before their men even got their weapons out. One asshole thought he’d pull a gun on us once, fucker got a bullet in his hand before he could pull it completely out of his holster. Word gets around. Having Blake has made everything a piece of cake for the past two years. Linc’s been talking about making Blake sergeant at arms for over a year now. He fucking deserves it. Except that he’s a goddamn cop.
His first week, I fucked up. We’re supposed to keep a low profile when we have a new prospect around, especially one that could rat us out. An asshole who wanted into the club, not even a fucking candidate yet, started smacking around one of the women. That’s not something you do in our clubhouse.
She told him no and for some reason he seemed to forget what no meant. My dad didn’t know what no meant either, and I got a little carried away remembering all that shit. Especially when I saw the prick backhand her so hard across the face, her lip split and she fell to the ground. I was drunk and angry. No one tried to hold me back though. They knew that asshole had it coming. I didn’t stop smashing him into the wall until I heard his head crack. Didn’t kill him though, just sent him into a coma. I used to have some anger issues. I’m a bit better now. A tiny bit. I was sorry for all of five minutes until Pinch told me the guy was wanted in another state for beating his last girlfriend into the ER.
Anyway, we kept waiting to hear back from Roger. Blake saw the whole thing. Helped us clean up and get rid of the prick’s unconscious ass. It was only a matter of time before he said something. But weeks passed and nothing, not a fucking peep. We even told Roger to question him specifically on any violent activity. Blake never said a damn word about it. Confused the hell out of me. I liked the fucker right off the bat, but I didn’t trust him.
I snicker at the thought–how the fuck could I trust a cop? I couldn’t help but to question Blake about it. I asked him what he thought about what happened. He said he was glad it was me who’d grabbed the asshole because he didn’t know if he’d have been able to stop. It’s been a little more than a year and a half since then. Every day I like the fucker more but it pisses me off that he hasn’t told us the truth. Some days I swear I just want to ask him outright and see if he’d lie straight to my face.
I stare down at the papers again. One for him and the new one, still hot from the printer, is hers. “You got her name from her ID, Pinch?”
“Yeah, too fucking easy to grab it. I gotta figure out how to put it back though. Blake’s not budging an inch now that they’re inside.” I snort at his response and look back down at the papers. His words run through me again. Not sharing this one. A scowl grows on my face.
“Nothing links them. Not a damn thing.” I shake my head. She’s got to be a new girl. No way she’s someone from his past. But no way she’s a cop either. Pinch is damn good at what he does and if he says she’s legit, then she’s legit.
“He said they started seeing each other a few weeks ago?” Pres asks again.
“Technically, she did.”
“But Jace didn’t say shit about him sneaking around with a girl, did he?”
“Not that he told us.” I shake my head.
“Get his ass in here.” Linc’s pissed off. I don’t blame him. Pres always liked Blake, but he’s also always known everything about him and what he’s doing. I don’t know why he hasn’t told Blake that we know what he is and that we want him in our back pocket just like Roger. I’m not looking forward to the day when I’m going to have to stare down my brother and tell him I knew he’d been lying to me since the beginning.
Then again, I’d be telling that to a man who’s saved my life half a dozen times and even helped kill my fucked up father and bury his abusive ass. He didn’t tell his super about that either. We didn’t even tell Pres. I shake off the unwanted emotions creeping up on me.