Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
My back stiffened at the young cop’s words.
“Why?”
The young cop turned to me and said, “You Apple?”
I nodded.
“She has information about your lady,” he answered.
Five minutes later, and a pain pill thanks to a nurse who could clearly see I was hurting, I walked out of the ER doors and found the men of my MC waiting on me. We had interrogated the woman who was with the man who kidnapped Kitt.
“Whatcha got?” Peek asked, his accent thicker than normal.
“Woman is fucked up,” I blew out a breath. “Said she was thrown out onto the road once the mother fucker Jake took Kitt.”
“Jake?” Peek asked.
“Motherfucker who monitors the feed at our house,” I growled.
“Jake Carothers,” Wolf walked up with a packet of papers in his hand.
He handed them out to all of us and then to the cop that was standing off the side, Detective Mick Barrow, I’d learned.
My eyes went to Jake Carothers’ picture on the page, and I wanted to rip his face off.
“This is the same man I saw this morning as we were leaving,” I confirmed. “Where does he live?”
Wolf passed that paper out, too, conveniently leaving out the cop this time.
The cop noticed, too.
“Give me,” Barrow ordered.
Wolf held up his empty hands.
“Let’s go,” I said, hurrying to the truck that thankfully someone had pulled around for me.
I got in and Peek got in next to me.
Barrow hopped his happy ass in the back, and I wanted to scream at him to get out, but I didn’t have time.
“Lenore have my baby?” I confirmed before I left the lot.
“Yep,” Peek nodded.
I left the parking lot, and hit seventy within thirty seconds.
“Tell me where to go.”
Chapter 23
Rise and shine, mothercluckers.
-Coffee Cup
Apple
“Put that away,” Barrow ordered when he saw me pull a gun out from under the seat.
“No,” I ignored him.
“I’ll arrest you,” Barrow said, his eyes hard and unwavering.
I lifted my brow at him.
“I was a cop, and I am a game warden. I’m not stupid. But you’re not going to convince me to go in there without a gun. It’s just not going to happen. Now, move the fuck out of the way, or I’ll move you,” I said through clenched teeth.
My shoulder was grabbed from behind and I turned to the front of the house and saw the best thing I’d ever witnessed in my life.
I started running toward Kitt, who looked at me in horror.
“Stop!” She insisted.
I stopped.
“Why?” I asked roughly.
“Because you just had surgery on your balls!” She whisper yelled.
I blinked and a few of the men started to snicker behind me.
I would’ve turned to glare at them, but the sight in front of me was too beautiful to turn away from.
“You okay?” I asked her, still not moving.
She nodded her head.
“Where’s Jake?” I wanted to know.
“In hell,” she replied through clenched teeth.
My eyes widened.
“Did you kill him?” I asked hopefully.
She shook her head again.
“No, but I’m sure he probably wishes he were dead right now,” she informed me vaguely.
“Are you hurt?”
“No,” she shook her head.
“Do you need me to carry you?”
“No,” she repeated.
With that, I took myself, and my gun, around Kitt and walked straight into the house, and immediately started laughing.
“You stupid fucker,” I snickered as I walked slowly up to the man that’d been watching my woman and creeping her out over the last year. “You’re going to die.”
The man didn’t say anything.
He couldn’t.
Not with his dick in his mouth like it was.
And literally. There was a dick in his mouth.
And, as I looked down at the mangled mess of meat and flesh between his legs, then back up to Jake, I wanted to laugh at him
Lifting my booted foot, I placed it along his groin and pressed, causing Jake to finally scream.
His balls were still there, so likely he wasn’t feeling all too good right then.
“What the fuck’s in his mouth?” Griffin asked as he came up to my back.
“His dick,” I answered.
“Did you do that?” Wolf sounded pained.
I shook my head.
“Who did?” Barrow asked, looking dispassionately down at the man’s balls that I had pinned to the floor.
“My guess is that my woman did it,” I answered, twisting my foot.
All of the men that were at my back cringed when we heard something inside his balls pop.
“I think that’s enough,” Barrow sighed. “Back away please.”
I did, but only after the second testicle popped, too.
***
I had Emily in one arm, and Kitt in the other, as we stood outside the house.
“We’re not going to tell Ridley a damn thing,” Kitt insisted. “Because he has enough to worry about right now without adding me to the mix.”
“He’s going to want to know,” I tried to be the voice of reason, but Kitt wasn’t having it.
“Is he your brother?” She snapped.
I held onto my smile.
“Yes,” I said, and it was true.
He may not be my flesh and blood brother like he was to her, but he was my brother. My MC brother, and in some cases, that was tighter than blood would ever be.