Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Which meant Blakely and my family would remain protected.
My boots were silent as I made my way into the woods. Gingerly, I stepped into the creek, grinding my teeth at the cold water as it seeped into my boots. The men were making their way down the embankment now, using the faint moonlight as their light, smart enough to not use flashlights.
These weren’t amateurs.
I spotted some branches hanging over the creek on the other side, and the moonlight didn’t shine in that particular spot. Hoping nothing dangerous was waiting there to finish the job the men started, I slowly crept my way through the water, the creek coming up to my waist. I held my gun in my dominant hand and my burner in the other, and once I was safely in the brush on the other side of the creek, I called Shaw.
“Agony, what is it?” he growled.
“Got trouble,” I rumbled, my voice low. They were checking my truck now; I could barely see them through the darkness, and the creek was wider than most creeks. More than likely, I wouldn’t be spotted or heard.
“Where are you?” Shaw demanded. “One person problem or multiple?”
“Multiple,” I quietly told him, clenching my jaw when I saw one of the men following my tracks through the woods. “Frenrick Bridge,” I told him. “I’m hiding in the creek.”
With that, I ended the call. Shaw had the information he needed, and I didn’t need to remain on the phone longer than necessary, especially since it emitted a soft glow.
“Tracks stop at the creek!” the man called out behind him. “And I’m not crossing the fucking creek to see where he went.”
“Not likely we’d find him now anyway,” another man said. “Let’s go. He’s injured, at least.”
Fuck, I didn’t even know if I was. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins. I couldn’t feel shit. I was barely feeling the cold of the creek anymore.
I didn’t move, even after I heard them drive away since I didn’t know if they were smart enough to leave a man behind to see if I would come back to the wreck.
If they did, joke was on them. I wasn’t that fucking stupid.
The sound of bikes reached my ears. I stood and gripped the top of my jeans to hold them up since the water soaked into them made them heavy and dragged them down. Shaw’s familiar form rushed down the hill, and he cursed at the sight of my truck. “Agony?” he called, his voice barely carrying over to me.
I made my way out of the bushes, the adrenaline beginning to ease from my body. Now, I was beginning to feel how cold I was, and I had to clench my jaw to keep my teeth from chattering.
“Fucking hell, brother,” he muttered as I emerged into the little bit of moonlight shining through the canopy of trees overhead. “Get out of the water. You’re going to be lucky if you’re not sick as hell come morning.”
“Can’t track me through the water,” I told him as I made my way back across the creek, hating that my teeth immediately began to chatter when I unclenched them. He grabbed my arms and helped me onto the bank. My boots were heavy as fuck, and I leaned down to take them off, my socks sinking into the mud at the edge of the water.
“Konrad brought his truck,” he told me. “Come on. Arlo knows how to work your tow truck, right?”
“Uh-huh,” I mumbled, shaking so badly now, I could barely talk.
“Arlo,” Shaw called as we made our way up the embankment. “You and Cam head to the shop. Get the tow truck and come pick his truck up. I don’t want it here for police to find.”
“Got it,” Arlo said, nodding his head. He and Cameron got back on their bikes and hooked a U-turn, heading toward my shop.
Konrad stomped over, his expression stony. “Ace is flipping his shit,” he growled.
“Where is he?” I rumbled.
“At the clubhouse. Blakely begged him to stay behind when she heard something happened to you.” I sighed as I eased into the passenger seat of his truck. Blakely was going to be slowly losing her shit, too. I just fucking knew it. Konrad slammed the door shut behind me and jogged around the front.
“Why did he stay?” Ace didn’t do shit if he didn’t want to.
“Because your girl is a fuckin’ mess, brother,” he growled. I clenched my jaw again, trying to stop my teeth from chattering so loudly. “She burst into tears the moment Shaw told us something happened.” He turned up the heat, and it blasted over my skin, quickly working on heating me up. “You’re bleeding.”
I looked down. My hands were cut up, bleeding all over my wet jeans, and my shirt was soaked through with blood. I lifted the fabric, cringing at the state of my side. I’d sliced it when climbing out the window, more than likely.