Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“She’s younger than me by seven years—she’s twenty-one now. She left after she accused Pop of killing her mother. Then she went so far as to accuse him of killing mine as well. She was fifteen, I was twenty-two, and I believed everything Pop told me back then. He’d raised me on his own, and the entire club had told me what a junkie my mother was. Kara wouldn’t listen to me when I was trying to stop her from getting herself eighty-sixed. Pop had no tolerance for people stirring shit, and accusing him of something like that? Something that big? It was treason.”
She continues staring up at me with a perplexed look. How do you explain a life like mine to a girl who grew up like Eve?
“Rush mentioned something about why he hated Herrin having to do with the way Herrin did some girl. Your sister?”
Yeah… Shit really makes more sense with Rush by the second. Not that I would have understood it before Eve. Girls make you fucking crazy apparently.
“Yeah. I think Rush must have been closer to her than I realized. Makes sense why he hated me, since until recently, he had no idea what I did for my sister to save her life.”
Eve’s eyes widen.
“Herrin wanted to kill her for accusing him of killing her mother? Did he kill her mother?”
I shrug. “Don’t know. No one ever will. What almost got her killed—what made him put an outstanding hit on her—is the fact she went to the cops with her evidence. Pop got brought in and questioned, and the whole club got put under investigation for a long time. Heat got heavy. He had an alibi. He always has an alibi. At any given moment, eighty people will lie and say he was with them. So Kara never had a chance. When they turned him loose, she was hiding in a motel downtown, waiting on life or death to happen. I found her, gave her money, and stuck her in a used car I paid cash for. I gave her a burner phone and told her to only call me in case of an emergency, and gave her forty-eight grand—all the money I had left at that time.”
“She was just fifteen,” Eve says sadly. “What did she do?”
“She called me once to let me know she’d found a place to settle in, and was using her fake ID to pass as an eighteen-year-old. Told me she missed me, and wanted me to come out there with her.” I groan, feeling the guilty knot ball up in my stomach. “She didn’t say she was scared; she said she missed me. But in all honesty, now I know she was scared. She was just a fucking kid, even though you mature real fast around here. I should have done something about Pop back then, but I had been trained, Eve. You never go against the P. It’s a death sentence, and we all know it. The cops? Going to the cops painted my sister a target to anyone wearing our cuts. I did what I had to in order to keep her safe, but I should have gone with her.”
She kisses my chest like she’s consoling me for being a shitty brother and obedient son.
“Rush pulled up all the info on her. I gave him her last location. I had it traced from the phone she used back then, but never looked into it. She’s still there, Eve. Probably still waiting on me. She’s a waitress at a diner, has her own small house, and even has the same used car I bought her six years ago.”
She runs her lips up higher, slowly climbing up my body until she’s kissing my neck. I don’t want to talk about this anymore, and as much as I’d like to stay up here and hide from the world, there’s shit that needs to be done.
“Come on. Time to teach you how to shoot a gun,” I say, causing her to strangle on her own breath.
“What? Why?” she asks, panicking a little as I slide out from under her.
“We’ll shower first,” I say, winking as I head to the bathroom, feeling her eyes on me.
“I’m good with a shower,” she says dryly, and I turn to catch her eyes drinking me in. Yeah, we’ll take a while in the shower.
Chapter 34
EVE
Drex holds my hips as I fire and fire and fire the gun that is vibrating in my hands. I don’t get anywhere close to hitting the damn target. As I lower the gun, Drex pulls the earplugs out of my ears, and I hear his low rumble of laughter.
“You’re terrible at this,” he says while taking my gun away and putting it off to the side of the ledge in front of us.