Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 102546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Why is he alive? Where are Dillan and the Kings? I begin to cry.
“It’s going to be okay, whore,” one of the guards says. “We’re not going to kill you. Just play with you.” They all laugh at the situation I’ve put myself in.
They are not why I’m crying. It’s the fact that I didn’t get to tell Dillan how I felt about him before I left. He was going to start a war over me, and I’ve ruined everything. At this point, all I can do is pray that he and the Kings forget about me because there’s no way I’ll survive. I once told him I was not worth it, and I meant every word.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
BONES
WE PULL UP to the pizzeria just as Matteo walks in.
“You think she’s here?” Tristan asks.
“She has to be.” After we got the call from Nite, we turned around and were headed back to our cars to go to the hotel and look for her when we decided our best bet was to wait on Matteo and see what he did. Sure enough, it wasn’t ten minutes later, and he was in his car and driving into town.
Mia left for a reason. And I’m praying he takes us right to her.
The door to the pizzeria opens, and two guards step outside. Both cross their arms over their chest and look around. They’ve got blood on their hands, and it’s obvious it’s not theirs. Tristan looks over at me. “Ready?”
“Let’s go.” I open the door and get out of the car. They raise their guns when they spot us, but we’re faster. I’ve already got a shot off to one of them in the head. Tristan gets the other with a shot to the chest. Both of them drop dead.
“Cross?” I call out, walking toward the front door.
“Got ’em,” he answers, coming up with Grave and Titan behind us.
We enter the pizzeria, and the three of them drag the two guards into the building, immediately going to work. I wanted to make Matteo and Richard suffer, but that won’t be happening. This is a rescue mission now. Get in, save Mia, and get the fuck out. Kill anyone who stands in my way as quick as possible.
Tristan and I make our way to the closed door with our guns ready. I step back and look at him. He nods and then kicks the door open.
I enter with my gun raised and kill a guard. Another one jumps in front of me, and I shoot him too. Aiming my gun, I go to shoot again but realize who’s in front of it. Mia.
She stands in front of a desk with Matteo’s arm wrapped around her throat, while he hides behind her small frame. A quick look around shows me her father and mother are dead. And I understand why we’re here—she killed them.
Good for her.
I lift the gun, aiming it right at his face, but he moves her to where it’s on her. “Let her go,” I demand.
She’s shaking, covered in blood, and her arms are behind her back. I want to be pissed and yell at her, but it has to wait. I need her alive in order to do that.
“Di—llan.” She chokes out my name. “I’m sorry.”
I ignore her, refusing to even take my eyes off her brother. He removes his arm from around her throat and instead places his hand over her mouth, muffling her cries. “Where’s Richard?” I ask him instead. We’re not sure where the fuck he’s at.
Matteo laughs. “Luca showed you the video of her, right?”
I tighten the hold on my gun.
Matteo licks up the side of her face, making her scream out and close her eyes. “I bet he didn’t send you the one where he played with her unconscious body.”
I tense.
“Of course, he didn’t fuck her.” He laughs. “A used-up whore is worth much less.”
“Let. Her. Go,” I demand, the gun now shaking in my hands. I could take the shot, but I’d chance hitting her.
I hear a gunshot coming from inside the pizzeria, meaning the Kings took out another guard. I wonder how many there are.
Stepping to my left, Tristan goes to his right. Both of us try to get a better shot. If we can slowly move to stand on either side of him, one of us could get one.
He steps back, yanking her with him. Letting go of her mouth, he grips her hair, pulling her head back. Forcing her to look up at the ceiling, he places a knife to her neck. I watch her swallow and glance at Tristan. He nods once.
“Why are you here, Bones?” he asks, laughing maniacally. “Because of her?” Another laugh. “Don’t tell me that you fell in love with her?” Matteo doesn’t let me answer. “Did your father teach you nothing about pussy?”